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Post by medusa on Apr 29, 2009 12:50:58 GMT -5
Esme had been at the ball for quite some time now. She had enjoyed talking with some old acquaintance and danced a bit with her husband. She had also had the chance to spend some time with her children. She was thankful for the Volturi to had invited them to the ball and that no one had cause a scene. There last encounter had been rather harsh and Esme didn’t want this to repeat it self again.
She looked around at the decoration, everything was perfect, not that she had expected something different form the Volturi as they always perfect in everyway. They didn’t like mistakes or when things weren’t in order. She listen to the music and walked around the room making sure she had talked to mostly everyone here.
((TAg: Open))
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Post by carlisle on Jun 15, 2009 12:44:31 GMT -5
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Post by medusa on Jun 15, 2009 15:36:51 GMT -5
She had felt him coming over to her even before he had shown himself. Even though they had been together for so long every time she felt him close to her she always had the same reaction of pure love. When she turned around to face him she felt as if it was the first time she had ever let her eyes fall on his features. He was so beautiful it was breath taking.
“Thank you my love and you look as handsome as you’ve always did” She told him in a whisper there was no need to talk loud they could easily hear each other. She felt him body pressed against her and smile. She closed her eyes at the same time as he did. She gently moved their body to the soft music that was playing in the back ground. “How are you doing? You having fun?” She asked him. She wanted to make sure he was having a great time here in Italy. She figured that if he was maybe they could stay for a little while longer just the two of them, a little vacation.
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Post by carlisle on Jun 16, 2009 0:19:41 GMT -5
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Post by medusa on Jun 19, 2009 12:10:19 GMT -5
Her husband had always been one to peace between all of them. Of course so was she but he pressed the matter a bit harder then she ever did. In Carlisle’s world everyone would be okay with each other and they could all live happy together. Maybe one day the world would be like this but until then…
“I’m having a wonderful time, my love.” She told him opening her eyes to look into his. She felt the same way she did before as if she could fall into them and never get back out and she would never mind if it was too happened. “I was thinking that maybe once this party is over we could send the kids home and stay here in Italy for a few days just the two of us…” She mused. It had been so long since the last time they had spend some time together alone. It would be great to just be with him without the rest of the Cullen. No matter how strongly she loved them, it would be nice to be alone with her husband.
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