This originally started as a parody to help me with my writer's block. Basically, I was trying for as much purple prose as possible. I figured since Stephanie Meyer has a very purple style, I'd try and imitate it. It didn't really work, so I stuck to my own brand of prose.
It's basically drabble.
Not sure about the rating. Could be M, so message me or something if it should be.
At least it worked. I'm temporarily over my writer's block.
Disclaimer: Twilight and all characters included belong to Stephanie Meyer.
I ran my hands gently through the masses of sleek brown curls, inhaling the sweet subtle scent of strawberries. Each curl was a unique piece of art, each lock a masterpiece. I traced a single hair- it spiralled down her back, so fluid it could've been a stream of liquid. It reminded me of mercury. The almost-copper streams flowed around her face, reflecting the rays of light with an iridescent shimmer.
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling the cocktail of spices and scents that was her. My Bella. She turned around, a smile forming on her perfect lips, a twinkle coming to her eye.
Her eyes. The only part of her humanity I missed. Those gorgeous brown eyes. No. Brown would never be a good enough word to describe it. No word would ever be. There were more than a thousand different shades in her eyes, each blending perfectly, yet unique. Each outstanding, yet perfect. How often I'd lost myself in them, the swirling colours, like a vortex I could feel myself being drawn into. To be trapped by the sparkling collage of hues. To never find my way back to the surface. I couldn't have cared less. I wouldn't have wanted to.
The feel of her skin against mine interrupted my thoughts. So hard diamond couldn't pierce it, yet so soft and smooth that velvet couldn't compare. An eternal paradox. But that was what we were. Paradoxes, creatures than shouldn't exist, that couldn't, and yet do. I believed I was soulless, that I was doomed to suffer eternal damnation in hell. Until she came into my life. And I realised that this was all worth it, if it meant I could live long enough to meet her.
Before then, I had existed. I'd existed for over a century. And then I met her, and I lived. I was alive. I was living for her. I was living because of her.
Eternal damnation I could take. Losing Bella... it didn't bear thinking.
She draws me back to the present. The only string holding me there. Each electrifying touch sends shivers through me, a sensation that never ceases to amaze me. I longed to hold her, to never let go. To always feel her against me. I tell the rational part of my brain that it couldn't happen. But I'd never been very rational when it came to her.
A feathery breath interrupted my train of thought. It caressed my skin softly, rolling over it with the motion of the waves in the surf. Her lips met mine with a gentle kiss, far too gentle. I deepened it, the taste of her tongue, her venom mixing with mine.
With a playful growl, I rolled her onto her back. I took no notice of the grass or the sweet scent of mildew and flowers in our garden.
A brilliant smile lit up her flawless face and a mischievous glint came into her eye. Before I knew it, she had reversed our positions, pinning me down.
"Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Jasper broke the window!"
I groaned. "Jazz is so going to pay for this."
Bella sighed and released me.
Later, the wicked glance promised.
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