Title: Evening Bruise
Description: Vampires tend to be a little greedy. Bella's learning the ropes and werewolves aren't much better. Constantinople, in the end, was renamed Istanbul
Pairings: EdBella, BellaJacob
Rating: K+
Warnings: Potential spoilers for all books
Disclaimer; No ownage, no sue-age
A/N: Dribble-drabble enveloping Jacob, Bella and Edward. Heavy imagery, symbolism and some world history.
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Your breath is getting shorter,
My arms are tired
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Bella wanted everything, which essentially was nothing in Edward's golden eyes – a century passing before him containing most of the world – her request for all things blue and cold not so inconceivable. She wanted fangs protruding from her arteries, red whispers of sorrow dribbling down her neck in hasty gluttony. Bella wanted her heart on pause and her fingernails dark purple. She desired to have stone flesh and venom lacing her saliva.
Bella wanted Jacob.
Edward – a century and almost a decade behind his irises – didn't want her to want such things. But he is a feeble creature hidden beneath the bloodlust and frozen veins. He wanted warmth to envelope her lips that were still plush pink and breathing. Edward wanted life to escape her laughs and humanity to slip through her babbling sentences.
Edward wanted Bella to want Jacob.
Jacob merely wanted Bella.
No matter what horrific monster she (had) will become.
No matter how much the dagger of Rejection sank deeper and deeper into his burning chest.
Bella watches Edward as he fidgets with his morals and what he truly wants, and wishes he could find peace – a century of war and grey still evaporating from each chaste kiss to her cheek. She touches the mist, letting it curl around her still-pulsing fingers before it disappears and only its impression remaining. She traces retired veins in Edward's arm, skin translucent and seemingly fallible. Edward lets Bella try and connect broken lines into silly hearts and smiles.
What do you want?
Bella smiles at Edward, secretly watching his eyes follow her lone finger that's still pulling smudged veins together to form love, and likes to think he wants to learn how.
Jacob watches them both from the seclusion of pine, dark skin burning from one-hundred and eight degrees that ache to wrap itself around Bella's soft curves. He lets his body shudder and convulse, fascinated at how his hands are shaking and its not from lines blurring boy to wolf.
It's only him. Constantinople is crumbling beneath every soft gaze and whisper of touch.
Bella wants everything.
Edward wants something.
Jacob wants Bella.
And Istanbul is climbing higher.
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A/N:
Constantinople equals Jacob
Istanbul equals Edward
Jacob was there first, but Edward eventually took over.
As we all know, Constantinople gets sacked by the Ottomans. And Ottomans equal...?
Constantinople, in the end, was renamed Istanbul in 1930.
Connections to Twilight (or at least this fanfiction) ? Perhaps.
History is quite lovely.
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