Title: Songs From The Heart
Summary: A series of song-based vignettes from various points of view exploring the wonderful world of Twilight.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Twilight and all related places and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: This series of mini-fics is based on a challenge I read in another fandom, whereby you set your ipod on shuffle and write stories based on the first ten songs that come up. I originally set out to do this for the other fandom I write for, but when every song immediately reminded me of Twilight, I couldn't resist. The rest of them will be posted up over the next few weeks and feedback would be much appreciated as this is my first time writing these characters.
The Heart and The Wolf
One, two, princes kneel before you
(That's what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(Just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(That sounds great, now)
This one, said he wants to buy you lockets
(Ain't in his head, now)
Two Princes – The Spin Doctors
The cool breeze filtered in through the open window, gently ruffling the yellowed lace curtains before swirling around my slightly chilled skin. Even after having lived in Forks for over a year, I still was not entirely used to the lukewarm summer temperatures Charlie insisted on calling 'hot'. Pulling the light sweater more fully around my shoulders, I glanced out across the yard. Edward had promised he would come over as soon as he and Emmett returned from their weekend hunting trip and after having exhausted my newest stack of reading material (I had managed to briefly escape Alice during our last shopping trip in Port Angeles to raid the bookstore, much to her dismay since it had cut into the time she'd had to make me parade a never-ending stream of outfits before her) I had resorted to merely staring off into space.
Watching as the sun outside completed its final descent past the horizon, my eyes followed the errant shafts of light it threw across the wooden floor. As I shifted slightly on the bed, one such ray hit the diamond heart hanging from my wrist making it sparkle with the same intensity of Edward's skin. I lifted up my hand, gently spinning the heart around, causing rainbow-coloured light to flash along the walls in a random burst. In many ways, this charm was the perfect representation of my love, my soon-to-be husband. Hard yet insanely beautiful, clear in some ways yet full of mysteries in others, cold yet all heart and as my fondest wish, preserved unchanged for all eternity.
Twisting the bracelet on my wrist, I cradled the other charm hanging from its delicate chain with my hand. The intricately carved wooden wolf held a slight sense of warmth from the sun, much as my best friend's (and I still considered him that, no matter if our paths never crossed again) bronze skin was always heated. If the diamond was Edward, then this hand-crafted charm was purely Jacob. Earthy, simple yet with hidden depths and a slight roughness which merely added to its appeal.
Letting the charm dangle, I watched as both the heart and the wolf spun in the breeze, never touching, always diametrically opposite to one another, linked only by the silver chain. My two princes, my sun and my universe connected only by a single common emotion. I guess that made me the chain then, strong but delicate, holding a claim on the heart and the wolf that I could not relinquish even if I tried. I shook my head at the slight ridiculousness of comparing the two most important men in my life to pieces of jewellery, yet still couldn't help noticing that the spinning heart tugged more heavily on the chain than the wolf, just as Edward claimed more of my own heart and soul than Jacob could ever hope to, despite his best efforts.
The slamming of a car door broke through my melancholic thoughts, my eyes drawn to the driveway below where Charlie's cruiser now sat idle. Knowing that I would need to at least go acknowledge his presence to reduce the risk that he would interrupt Edward and I when my fiancee (and I was getting better at using that word in relation to my love) finally turned up, I stretched my slightly cramped legs and headed down the stairs, the weight of the bracelet an ever constant reminder of my two princes.