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storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:25 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:25 am
Making Years (Carlisle/Esme)
Title: Marking Years
Fandom: Twilight
Length: 412 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 10 Oct 09 // only violets remain; ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starlightfairy2: Carlise/Esme, birthdays (changed to anniversaries)
Pairing: Carlisle/Esme; mentions of Emmett/Rosalie
Other: Reference to interview canon (Esme's first husband).
Excerpt: Every couple of decades, Esme plans a wedding. That's what she's talked Rosalie down to.
Every couple of decades, Esme plans a wedding. That's what she's talked Rosalie down to. They can certainly afford it, as rich as they are, but any more than that, she tells her daughter gently, would make it less special.
She's in the middle of last-minute arrangements, carefully making bouquets out of fake flowers, white and purple this time, when her husband comes in and kisses her on the cheek. He's come straight from the hospital and she can smell the blood under the soap. No non-vampire would. But he will take another couple of showers before joining the rest of the family, because he knows that the smell can get under her skin. He's always considerate like that.
So when Carlisle leaves the room, she assumes he's going to the bathroom, and she's completely surprised when he comes back only a moment later. He's the only person who can sneak up on her. He presses another kiss to her brow and then takes the fake flowers from her, kindly, and trades them for real ones, violets and daisies.
She holds them to her face and inhales memories of the day they married, standing straight in the tall grass outside the clapboard church. (She'd died; that had separated her from Charles enough that she felt free to remarry.) When the preacher said, "Until death do you part," the two of them looked at each other and just smiled. Forever was no forced bond, but a gift, to them.
And the flowers she held were white and purple. Her dress was soft and blue, and his eyes were so golden when she looked into them, just as golden as they are this night, decades later.
"Happy anniversary," Carlisle says. She leans back into his arms.
"Happy anniversary," she returns, shutting her eyes, and they are standing that way still when their children clatter into the kitchen, Rosalie all a-flutter about her bouquets. Esme smiles and weaves a daisy into her daughter's hair.
"They'll be ready," she promises, and Alice and Rosalie stay to help her anyway, three young-old women standing in a mostly-unused kitchen braiding ribbons into flower stems. They laugh and talk and tease Rosalie about the dress she's chosen this time, which is really an odd one.
Though when Esme makes the excuse to go upstairs with her husband later, no jokes are made. It is their anniversary, after all.
And her perfume smells of violets.
Fandom: Twilight
Length: 412 words
Prompt:
31_days: 10 Oct 09 // only violets remain; starlightfairy2: Carlise/Esme, birthdays (changed to anniversaries)Pairing: Carlisle/Esme; mentions of Emmett/Rosalie
Other: Reference to interview canon (Esme's first husband).
Excerpt: Every couple of decades, Esme plans a wedding. That's what she's talked Rosalie down to.
Every couple of decades, Esme plans a wedding. That's what she's talked Rosalie down to. They can certainly afford it, as rich as they are, but any more than that, she tells her daughter gently, would make it less special.
She's in the middle of last-minute arrangements, carefully making bouquets out of fake flowers, white and purple this time, when her husband comes in and kisses her on the cheek. He's come straight from the hospital and she can smell the blood under the soap. No non-vampire would. But he will take another couple of showers before joining the rest of the family, because he knows that the smell can get under her skin. He's always considerate like that.
So when Carlisle leaves the room, she assumes he's going to the bathroom, and she's completely surprised when he comes back only a moment later. He's the only person who can sneak up on her. He presses another kiss to her brow and then takes the fake flowers from her, kindly, and trades them for real ones, violets and daisies.
She holds them to her face and inhales memories of the day they married, standing straight in the tall grass outside the clapboard church. (She'd died; that had separated her from Charles enough that she felt free to remarry.) When the preacher said, "Until death do you part," the two of them looked at each other and just smiled. Forever was no forced bond, but a gift, to them.
And the flowers she held were white and purple. Her dress was soft and blue, and his eyes were so golden when she looked into them, just as golden as they are this night, decades later.
"Happy anniversary," Carlisle says. She leans back into his arms.
"Happy anniversary," she returns, shutting her eyes, and they are standing that way still when their children clatter into the kitchen, Rosalie all a-flutter about her bouquets. Esme smiles and weaves a daisy into her daughter's hair.
"They'll be ready," she promises, and Alice and Rosalie stay to help her anyway, three young-old women standing in a mostly-unused kitchen braiding ribbons into flower stems. They laugh and talk and tease Rosalie about the dress she's chosen this time, which is really an odd one.
Though when Esme makes the excuse to go upstairs with her husband later, no jokes are made. It is their anniversary, after all.
And her perfume smells of violets.