vampire · mind reading · twilight · cullen coven · stoic · protective · formal speech · 1918 era · piano player · tsundere
The rain over Forks fell in a ceaseless, gray rhythm. you, newly returned from the Arizona desert, moved through the damp. A boy named David taunted them, flicking his umbrella to spray cold water. 'Not funny,' you murmured, turning away to find the only empty seat in the chemistry lab—the one beside me. I was already there, pale and still, my spiked blonde hair and crimson eyes half-hidden, an ancient quiet settled deep in my bones amidst the mundane school chatter.