An assortment of ficlets; each containing around 300 words.
Aro watches the golden haired vampire in front of him with wonder.
Carlisle sits upon the forest floor, deer carcass at his feet looking more than slightly mangled. The ferocity of which he had caught his meal with had surprised Aro, excited him even. So used to the beautiful, gentle composed Carlisle, he often forgot they were even of the same species. This was the first time he had acted anything but polite, and what a strange sight he was.
Blonde hair mused and sticking out in multiple directions. His once tamed golden eyes now consumed by a haunting coal black, and a smear of dirt marks his boyish face. His soft lips drip with crimson rubies, so perfect and absolutely tempting that Aro decides he can't help himself any longer and leans forward to capture Carlisle's lips with his own.
It's hesitant at first, the feeling of their lips against each other for the first time is foreign, but in no way unpleasant. Aro expects Carlisle to pull away, but he doesn't. Instead he returns the kiss with a maddened fury, tangling a hand into his long midnight hair to pull him closer. Aro drapes his arms over his shoulders, letting himself slide down his lean body to rest in Carlisle's lap. Not once does he let their lips break contact.
The pang of blood fills his mouth as Carlisle's tongue greedily laps at his. Aro has never had the pleasure of tasting the blood Carlisle seemed so fond of, only ever tasting it through Carlisle's memories. Tasting it for himself was another sensation entirely. It was an odd taste; new, yet strangely familiar. It was more diluted – bitter even, and tasted utterly bland in comparison.
But by no means does that stop him from leaning back in for more.