The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 20
Pen name: Alby Mangroves
Pairing: Alistair / Carlisle
Rating: M
Photos for prompts can be found here:
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A/N: I procrastinated over these so long that lightstardusting didn't get a chance to pre-read these. Apologies for any errors! x
I didn't make ms-ambrosia read the rest of these because she's got enough on her plate trying to complete her own responses to the TT25 x
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"Trouble?" Alistair grumbles.
"Yes. For me and my family. I need your help, old friend. Will you come?"
Carlisle has no trouble resorting to pleading when the lives of his children are at stake.
"I'll be on the run for decades!" Alistair whines. He knows better than to become entangled in Volturi business.
Carlisle knows not to press. He laid the implication of past favours thickly and knows Alistair will acquiesce.
"Why aren't you calling me back from your cell?" he asks instead.
Alistair sighs in exasperation. Obviously Cullen has no idea of the cost of international calls these days.