The small girl nodded her head slightly. She did remember the boy, even as a baby. Without his permission, she took a step closer to him before resting her open palm on his cheek. He was one of Jacob’s friends, so he should at least know of her power. Right?
The memory that she showed him was just as he described: him holding her as a baby. She pulled her hand away from his face with a small smile, acknowledging the fact that she knew him and remembered him.
She looked up as her parents came into the room to say goodbye. Renesmee ran over and gave them both a hug before walking back over to Seth. She looked up at him with a small smile on her lips and shrugged her shoulders slightly, unsure of what to do now.
She had never really had a sitter before. Just her family watching over her, but they were all busy tonight along with Jacob. She was interested in seeing how this night would play out; the two so-called ‘babies’ of the two families together.
This would surely be an interesting night.
❝Oh, wow—…..that’s—❞ ❝……❞
When her pallid fingertips meet the smooth obverse of a high and more flaxen cheekbone, he feels the urge to cry–not because he is sad or in any way disheartened by the memory that was proposed to him, but because the lingering sentiment of birth, life, kismet, and contingency beckoned him much more than he thought it would. The fleeting details left him, all at once like vapor or smoke disappearing into the thin, powdery air–as if a sort of omnipotent presence or force willed away; a butterfly escaping into a summer’s evening never to be seen again with its glory in tact–colorful and vibrant wings padding at the pedals of flowers and clouds, and gentle breezes–all alike. The mental image was much more potent than he could have projected, and that’s probably why he felt his sinuses begin to tickle just a bit. As if hadn’t heard enough about his higher pitch, and slightly nasally tone. He doubted–though–that Renesmee would say much about it. At least, say much that could be categorized as impertinent.
❝That’s really incredible, Renesmee..❞ ❝–But.❞ ❝Is that really what I look like from that angle ? ❞
And among the gods and monsters of their world, those that fed on blood and those who lusted after the individuals that still happened to harbor a beating heart, a heartbeat, and among the company of savages and wolves that smelled of dirt and musk, he might have said that the human race has only one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. And with that, he laughs.
❝Hah–Maybe I should work on my profile, though, don’t you think ? ❞
He gestures toward her mother and father before they step out; an insignificant–sheepish–nod follows. He turned his attention back to Renesmee and gave her a more welcoming smile.
❝Um — are you hungry? ❞ ❝I got some left over fish cakes.❞ ❝Harry’s recipe.❞ ❝They’re real good ! ❞ ❝———❞ ❝…..❞ ❝You can eat people food–right? ❞ ❝…We can play a game, instead !❞ ❝If you want.❞
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