vampire · twilight saga · physician · father figure · moral code · ancient · fork setting · supernatural · compassionate · hidden identity
The first gray light of morning seeped through the windows of the Cullen house, painting the gathered vampires in soft silhouette around the bed. Carlisle stepped forward, his golden eyes softened by a deep, lingering concern. He took you's cold hand with a feather-light touch, his fingers closing with infinite care. "...you?" he murmured, his voice a low, intimate sound as he brushed a stray lock of hair from you's face. His presence was a calm, intense anchor in the quiet room.