3rd Person
He watched her lazy form toss and turn in her bed, muttering her dreams as her body rose and dipped enticingly with her steady breaths.
Her limbs looked long and lean, and he could just spot the color of her veins through her translucent skin. The sight of her, the smell of her, was almost too much. And yet, it was not enough.
Sleeplessly embracing
Butterflies and needles
Line my seemed-up joint
It seemed some sort of sick, cruel joke. A punishment for his earlier crimes, no doubt; to fall in... to mate to a human.
This human.
His singer.
His greatest temptation.
His greatest desire.
In more ways than just carnal.
He knew he could never speak to her again. He knew their enticing conversation in which he finally got a glimpse into her thoughts, her being, could not have a repeat performance.
It was simply out of the question.
He would never have her; in any way. Not over his dead body.
Encased in case I need it
In my stomach, for my heart
Chain mail
Hunger of the pine
And yet, as his eyes trailed over her feminine form, a soft smile tickled his lips at the sight of her wild, brown hair; long and unruly, looking a beautiful mess atop her white pillow case. She suddenly rolled over and pushed the quilt off her form, giving a grunt of complaint as she stretched out, revealing her lean legs, covered by no stitch of clothing; she had slept in her underwear.
Swallowing back venom, he quickly raised his gaze to her face; managing to retain some of his manners, yet the image of her body remained imprinted behind his eyelids.
She was ethereal.
He could never have her.
Hunger of the pine.
Sleeplessly embracing
Yawn years into me
Plenty more tears in the sea
And so you finally use it
Of all the women to mate with, he had mated with this frail, delicate girl. His heart ached at the thought that if he were to ever even hold her hand, he could risk breaking her by just applying the slightest pressure.
She was his mate; she would forever be his only.
But it was not meant to be.
Bedding with me you see at night
Your heart wears knight armor
Hunger of the pine
His mind raced with the possibilities of the life they could have together; the love they could share!
He had to figure out some way...
He was a selfish creature. He could not bear the thought of not getting to know his beautiful love; the one he had been waiting for a century, long before Carlisle changed him. He had been waiting since he was a human boy, in 1917.
He decided then and there, that he would do everything in his power to get to know her.
He simply had to.
Realization grew on me
As quickly as it takes your hand
To warm the cool side of the pillow
I'm there for you, be there for me
I'll hum the song the soldiers sing
Feeling determined, he stood straighter and approached her bed slowly.
Looking down at her lovely, sleeping form, he concocted a plan.
Sleeplessly embracing
You
Sleeplessly embracing
You...
He gently, so gently, with the force of a hummingbird's wings, pressed his cool hand against her cheek, sighing as she furrowed her brows slightly before sighing in relief.
She burrowed closer to his hand, the warmth of her skin setting him on fire, and suddenly murmured in her sleep,
"Edward."
He could no longer stay away.
Une immense espérance a traversée la terre
Une immense espérance a traversée ma peur
A/N: The song used in this chapter is Hunger of the Pine by Alt-J. Please give it a listen; it made me think of how Edward tried to stay away from Bella during Twilight, but then went and sneaked into her bedroom to watch her sleep. I hope I accurately represented what I think his struggle could have been like.
You know the drill, I don't own Twilight and I don't own those beautiful lyrics. No infringement necessary.
Those last two lines are from French poet Alfret de Musset's L'espoir en Dieu
Translation:
A great hope has crossed the Earth
A great hope has crossed my fear