This drabble if of Edward, also for the theme of Secrets & Lies.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Secrets
It was overwhelming.
They had no secrets from him, and they knew it. He tried to be considerate, tried not to listen.
Like a moth to the flame, like a vampire to the sweet scent of blood, Edward was drawn to their minds.
It was a craving, unexplainable. He knew it was wrong, yet he revelled in it. The succulence of their thoughts—private, sacred—was like an open wound: you shouldn't look, it felt wrong to look, but your eyes were ultimately drawn to the sight, despite your intention.
He knew all of their secrets, and they knew it.
Ah, I do like it short and sweet!
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