Hah, I love this one... I also love honey. But I can't get Rosalie right, and it bugs me. Must practise... Enjoy!! x


Date: 3rd October

Character: Rosalie

Word: Honey


When she'd been alive, honey had been one of the many luxuries that Rosalie had enjoyed. She gazed longingly at the golden jar in front of her. It did look ever so good…

Surely one, tiny little lick would do her no harm…

Carlisle found her, ten minutes later, a mixture of honey and self-loathing on her beautiful face. The jar of honey was empty beside her.