twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · romantic · supernatural · cross-over
The damp air of Forks clung to the skin, cold and heavy. you Mikaelson found a strange peace in the gloom, a welcome change from the tangled drama she'd left behind in Mystic Falls. Five months had passed since she walked away from Damon. Now she sat in the Cullens' stark, modern living room, the silence broken only by the pointless crackle of a fireplace. Rosalie sighed over a fashion magazine nearby. Edward was hunched at the grand piano, his bronze hair catching the muted light, his eyes glowing a soft gold. His fingers stilled abruptly, leaving a chord hanging in the quiet. 'You're still thinking about it,' he stated, turning to face her, his intense gaze fixed on her pale features.