semi-public. twilight rp.
_________
[ ＥＶＥＲ] heard.
You are lucky
to share his thoughts.❞
--- Edward Cullen
# u l e y o m e g a
# s e t h c l e a r w a t e r
Wolves and women are relational by nature.
Inquiring, dictated entirely by great endurance,
and great strength. They are both creatures
of deep and infallible intuition, intensely concerned
with their young, their mate, and their pack.
Both seem to have been hounded, bothered,
badgered and harassed by preconceived notions
involving their wit and their self preservation.
Falsely imputed, to be harrowing and devious,
overtly aggressive, of inherently less
value than those who are their detractors.
Every day for Seth, is an opportunity
to prove someone wrong.
Abolish conventions, and wrong ideas.
❝ … ❞
❝ Oh. ❞
❝ Sorry. ❞
❝ Am I in your way ? ❞
❝ — ❞
❝ My bad. ❞
❝ It’s just that. ❞
❝ I think I dropped my pocket knife over here. ❞
❝ Last night. ❞
❝ … ❞
❝ It was dark, and all. ❞
❝ — ❞
❝ I didn’t mean for that to sound creepy, or nothing ! ❞
❝ I wasn’t using it. ❞
❝ It. ❞
❝ It sort of. ❞
❝ Just. ❞
❝ Fell out. ❞
❝ … ❞
❝ You know. ❞
❝ I like to take walks at night sometimes. ❞
❝ — ❞
❝ Not … in like. ❞
❝ A creepy way. ❞
Turning swiftly, he began to notice
fairly quickly that he had not yet met this girl
with the blonde hair and the blue eyes.
She most certainly didn’t go to school
on reservation ; usually Forks kids
never went any further than First Beach.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he
made his way off the bark chip path
he’d been standing on, stepping over
to the left and onto a rock, so that
the girl could cut through — if she wanted.
It took him a moment to muster
up the courage to ask.
❝ — ❞
❝ Are you a cheerleader ? ❞
❝ Like. ❞
❝ With all the tricks … ❞
❝ … and stuff ? ❞
Unfortunately, he was capable
of perpetuating stereotypes such as these,
himself. The important thing was,
he meant no harm by it.
kim connweller. | @alittlcshy
❝ Oh ! ❞
❝ Kim ! ❞
❝It’s just you.❞
He doesn’t mean it the way it sounds.
Everybody loves Kim. She’s pretty, she’s nice,
and of course — incredibly intelligent.
Seth is more relieved than disappointed.
❝ — ❞
❝ Phew. ❞
❝ I thought. ❞
❝ That. ❞
❝ … ❞
❝Jared was with you.❞
❝Thank goodness he isn’t. ❞
❝ … Every time he sees me.❞
❝ He gives me a noogie. ❞
❝ — ❞
❝Every.❞
❝ Single. ❞
❝ Time.❞
❝ … ❞
❝I’ll get ‘ im back, though.❞
❝One day.❞
❝I will.❞
❝ Real good. ❞
❝ — ❞
❝With.❞
❝ … ❞
❝With your permission, obviously.❞
Without hesitation, he cracked a cheeky smile
and crossed his arms over his chest. His
arrogance was starting to shine through the
blamelessness of his naive and otherwise
kid - like masquerade.
❝ Don’t want to beat him up too bad ! ❞
There are some pastimes that unfortunately,
( and rather unceremoniously, ) become habits.
Things like digging for worms or pulling at the loose threads
in your sweater. Suffice to say, they often become the sores
in our mouths, the thorns in our backs.
They are the more destructive forms of entertainment
that reap all the benefits that a sweet soul such as his
has to offer ; telling lies, creating mischief.
Not just snapping twigs, but starting fires.
Thankfully — though — this rotten, putrescent,
miserable excuse for a habitat hadn’t made him wicked and vile yet.
His worst habit, really, was talking with his mouth full.
❝ Wow ! ❞
Between that cheek full of sour patch kids,
and the invidious — yet oddly charming — sound of a cap
being screwed onto a lukewarm bottle of mountain dew,
the exclamation sounded muddled, muted at best.
❝ I like your suit ! ❞
❝ It’s like.❞
❝ … ❞
❝ It’s got all the stripes, and stuff ! ❞
❝ Are you looking for Billy ? ❞
❝ — ❞
❝ Or.❞
❝ Or something ? ❞
❝ … ❞
❝ Something about some political stuff ? ❞
❝Maybe taxes.❞
❝ Only tax guys wear suits.❞
❝ — ❞
❝Either way.❞
❝ He’s out with his friend Charlie.❞
❝ He’s a sheriff, you know.❞
❝ — ❞
❝Hey, man ! ❞
❝I wasn’t really expecting to see you, and stuff.❞
❝Not ‘ til later, anyway.❞
❝ … But it’s alright ! ❞
❝ ———- Glad you’re here.❞
❝Maybe you can try and make Jared shut up with his dumb jokes.❞
He was just about to ask for Jacob, too. He’d been planning on going
for a run, maybe few rounds with him through that endless earth they dared to call home. Maybe they’d race with their heads held high to the grey clouds and the paper white sky, and the sandy beaches of La Push that grounded them. Rounds through and about and around and over the woods that almost always ended in laughter.
All the while, the sun and the clear
pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the
rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination, it calls to you like
the wild geese, harsh and exciting ———- over and over
announcing your place in the family of things.
And that’s what Seth had to remember.
Seth was a little slower, but he was always up for a challenge, especially when it came to challenging his skills and honing in on his aptitude for fitness — his propensity for teaching himself new tricks and adopting techniques. Wherever his talents may lie, Jacob never ceased to impress him — and he never failed to amaze him with a new trick or … even a piece of information. It would have been a fallacy to say that Seth wasn’t — at very least — slightly discouraged. The idea that Jacob had been spending so much time with Renesmeelately, and the notion that he’d been a little on the cognitively vacant side. Especially about previous obligations, responsibilities —— sometimes promises.
❝ —— … Oh. ❞
❝He’s not here.❞
❝ … ❞
❝Jake was supposed to meet me here.❞
Shrugging off that initial trepidation,
he pushed his hands into his pockets, knuckles first.
Embarrassed, disheartened — afraid to ask for something.
❝ … ❞
❝Sorry … Mrs. Cullen.❞
❝I didn’t mean to —- ❞
❝ … Intrude.❞
❝ —- Or anything like that.❞
He bounced on his tip toes, there, on the porch.
Peering over her shoulder.
❝Oh, wow ! ❞
❝Did you do that ? ❞
❝ ——————- The painting, I mean.❞
❝Wow.❞
❝There are so many tourists lately.❞
❝It’s not necessarily a bad thing, though ! ❞
❝I mean.❞
❝It’s just that.. La Push has always been a sort of —- … you know.❞
❝ … Smaller area ! Not a lot of people.❞
❝Forks, too. I’m guessing you’re one of them archaeologists, from Yakima.❞
❝Or — … maybe Seattle ? You probably want to talk to Billy.❞
❝ … Should I go get him ? ❞
❝Hey ! ❞
❝ — Alice ! ❞
❝Listen, so — ❞
❝I uh — I have a question ! ❞
❝If that’s okay … ❞
❝ … ❞
❝ —————– So.❞
❝ … ❞
❝Um.❞
❝Do I … start calling you — ❞
❝ … ❞
❝ ’ Dad ’ now … ❞
❝ … or — ? ❞
ᶦᵇʳᶦᵈᵃ
Many people liked to advocate for the idea that the happiest period in life
— most frequently —
is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled,
and the infirmities of age not yet begun. With progression, we see that the shadows,
which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.
It was said that youth is valued at a much higher ambit,
higher than its substantiated worth only because it is so brief and so hard to
manipulate — often times, conceptualize. Either way, many argued
that adolescence was not — in fact — the pinnacle of existence.
Rather, it was a meager beginning.
Both Seth and Renesmee might have attested to this fact,
they’d been the youngest in their homes — their social groups — circles
encompassing both acquaintances and immediate family members.
Among his friends, Seth was considered the ‘prude’ of sorts, and maybe that was a good thing — but he saw it more as a nuisance, than anything else. Perhaps he would have liked to be appreciated for his lack of lewd innuendos.
In the company of someone like Renesmee, he’d be absolutely no stranger. This request would quickly be fulfilled, tended to.
He crouched, with a smile.
❝ ………. —- Um.❞
❝ ———— …………….… ❞
❝ Hey —- ❞
❝You probably know me—-❞
❝—-maybe you know me.❞
❝…You probably don’t remember me, actually.❞
❝…❞
❝—-I’m Seth ! … ❞
❝…I held you once.❞
❝You were a lot littler last time I saw you, though … ❞