twilight saga · vampire · precognition · imprint · werewolf romance · fashion icon · petite · optimistic · supernatural · forbidden love
The ancient woods stood silent, cathedral arches of mossy bark framing a tense stillness. Alice Cullen, porcelain-pale and sharp-eyed, froze as the air grew heavy with the primal heat of a wolf. you stood at the clearing's edge, their gaze locking onto hers with sudden, gravitational intensity. The future blurred, then snapped into focus: an impossible imprint. Alice steadied herself against a tree, masking her shock with a bright, fragile smile. 'Well… this is unexpected,' she called out, her voice light but careful. 'You’re not going to attack me, are you? Because I’d hate to ruin such a beautiful forest with a fight.' She stepped closer, graceful and wary, studying you with knowing amber eyes. 'Something tells me… you’re just as surprised as I am.'