"The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked."

~Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle

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Time seemed to pass with little consequence.

It soon ushered in a bitter cold October. It snowed in the middle of that month.

I loved the cold. I loved pressing my pale pink lips to the frosty window pane at obscene hours in the morning when the sun didn't show it's face and only the stars seemed to be watching without judgment.

I loved how the cold of the winter gripped the the icy glass. It seemed to reverberate back onto my lips, chilling them in a familiar way I never knew. I'd press the pale boney hands onto the glass. They would turn whiter with the constant cold. I could see their pale reflection in the glass and it almost felt like someone else's hand touched mine on the other side. But there was still glass in-between our hands.

I loved watching the snow fall. I'd never told anyone this. Most people would just complain that this kind of weather was ridiculous even for our unstable climate on this side of the country; it was still far to early in the year. I just absently consented to the opinions. I have found that I have been doing that a lot lately.

The flakes falling from the sky reminded me of beautiful dancing people. all so pale and graceful turning slowly and swiftly all at once on a white crystalline floor. I could almost see faces in them, but that would be really ridiculous seeing as they are just snowflakes and snowflakes don't have faces. I still pretend they do, sometimes.

Jane and I never became friends. I have become cordially acquainted with Alec although. After that incident at the lunch table, I found myself caring and unjust disarming toward the girl all around the fact of a name. she made a half-hearted effort toward me, but that was all. Either way, she seemed absorbed in her newly founded friendship with Nessie. I was happy to see Ness make a true friend. She seemed to have few people close to her, and she always seemed very nice.

Jane had mentioned once or twice the relatives she was staying with. A few people not very far into their twenties. This had peeked my curiosity, an unfixable fault of mine, that the relatives she and Alec happened to be staying with were in their early twenties. I had a few older friends of mine and considered asking around about them. Quickly decided that would be noisy, I dismissed the thought, sort of.

Jane talked more than her brother, which usually I don't mind. I can have a mouth myself. Her brother was quieter, and I preferred him more for his seemly gentler nature.

Life went on for everyone, and for the most part, the new twins glided right in easily with the status quo of the high school.

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Whoever came up with the idea of installing glossy marble floors into palace's was a king of true taste.

The throne room had just been refurbished by Athenadora's royal taste to a more updated look with still a tad bit of antiquity to it, hence the carved saying lining molding above the throne's. that was about it.

It was empty. Marcus was with Aro for a moment and Athenadora was with Caius. That left Sulpicia and Didyme to kill time.

The room wasn't completely finished, but it was close enough for their purposes.

Sulpicia was a servant before she was a vampire, and Didyme was just Aro's brother, and that really wasn't much to come from. So marble floors were a big deal. Especially when one can so easily slide on them.

"Do you think anyone will notice?" Sulpicia whispered with an eager smile on her face.

"Who care's?!" Didyme laughed grasping lightly the wrist of her blonde friend and lunging across the room in a slide. Their laughter echoed throughout the room as painting lifts and canvas sheets to prevent paint splatter were tossed everywhere as the young women slide like small children across ice. Paint buckets fell and echoes of fits of laughter resonated even out of the room.

By now the whole compound was aware of their childish behavior. Not that they could do anything.

The small exit door the the far right of the room opened to reveal their husbands' standing with amused expression in their face. And before anyone realized it, the two girls slide ever so gracefully into them.

Sulpicia fell into another fit of laughter as Aro held her up smiling down upon her. She buried half her face into his black attire. The uncovered eye look giddily down at her friend.

Didyme had toppled Marcus over and her hand bunched the front of his shirt into a clothe ball almost ripping it. His hand lightly rested on the small of her back as the other tried to tilt her head to look at him. Didyme only laugh manically in hysterics, contagious laughter, in her lovers chest.

A laughter forever resonating.


ummm..update?

i needed time to pass (in the story.)

there will be time skips. ijustwantittobeoctober.