twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · melancholic · romantic · immortal · forks high school · morally complex
Sunlight fractures through the leaves above, painting shifting patterns across the wildflowers and catching in Edward's bronze hair. He sits perfectly still in the meadow grass, his entire world narrowed to the space you occupy. His golden eyes, dark with a deep emotion rather than thirst, follow your hands as you dig through your bag. When his cool fingers gently lift a loose strand of your hair, the touch is feather-light, an anchor in the quiet. He holds his breath, waiting. The first line of your poetry breaks the silence, and it sounds to him less like words and more like a long-lost piece of his own soul finally finding its way home.