just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[oldfashioned]

The Volturi. [ WHO'S THE FUCKFACE NOW ]

[regenerate]

[ oh.




well in that case.


she lowers the bag to the counter, looking mollified and downright numb at the name. she holds his gaze for a moment, looking shaky and a little vulnerable at the prospect. they're scary. of course they're scary. it's smart to be scared. then, finally, she glances upstairs, then back at edward. ]

I need to tell my dad. [ fuck sandra and lyle tho they don't need to know. ]

[oldfashioned]

Tell him what, precisely?

[ he picks her bag back up, and places a hand on her arm gently. ]

We'll call him. And Carlisle and the others will monitor your house, make certain that --

[regenerate]

Do you realize what you're asking me to do? [ she can't help but cut him off. ] You want me to run away, to not bother talking to or even seeing my dad before I go. I won't. I can't.

I almost lost him once because of people who wanted to hurt me. You can't ask me to walk away without even saying goodbye. [ she deflates some, looking teary-eyed and whiny and very childish. ] Please. I just want to see him.

[oldfashioned]

If he knows what you're facing, he's going to want to come with, Claire. You know that's the kind of man he is. If you see him, can you really do it without dropping a hint about the kind of danger you're in?

[regenerate]

I'll tell him ... tell him your family's taking me on vacation with you or something. I don't want him to think I just vanished, I can't do that to him. Not after everything he's done to keep me safe.

[oldfashioned]

[ hesitation ] And you can do it without arousing his suspicion?

[regenerate]

I won't know until I try. And, I have to try.

[oldfashioned]

Then we need to work quickly. Call him at work.

[regenerate]

Mortal peril is no excuse not to ask nicely. [ but she's going for her phone all the same. ]

[oldfashioned]

[ he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation but says: ] Please.

[regenerate]

[ that gets a small but present smile out of her and she grabs the bag from him, heading upstairs. ] I'm 16 years old, I can pack and dial at the same time.

[oldfashioned]

Fine. Then we'll multi-task. Come on.

[regenerate]

[ she hustles into her room, grabbing the phone and punching in numbers, tucking it into the crook of her ear. she drops the bag on her bed and waves edward to her closet to grab some stuff. he dresses himself well enough, surely he can pick out decent girl things to bring. ]