Title: Feeding My Flame
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Edward Cullen / Jacob Black (why, let's face it, I'ma suicide)
Rating: PG
Summary: The wolf smelled of wood and wild, he could hear from that distance, and any effort to ignore that essence would have been futile.
Notes: Not that I do not take my life, mind you, but anyway, I get this fixed Codest finches, and I can not do anything about è.é The title and text in italics are from Eyes on Fire the Blue Foundation, the Twilight soundtrack. Uu just happened
Warning: Slash (obviously è.è), and the usual, now known - and adorable - blowjobs mental Eddy u.ù
Disclaimer: As you wish, not mine. And maybe the world is more peaceful way.
I will not soothe your pain I will not ease your strain You'll be waiting in vain
I got nothing for you to gain
There was nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing could disturb, or otherwise destroy the composure that had built over decades, during a infinite life.
Bella troubled him, Bella destroyed and reassembled at the same time, the left edge of the precipice without bothering to save it or end its existence.
Bella was - was? - The center of his universe, his own I, the eternal sunshine of his solar system.
yet. Yet something was crawling on the edge of the planets, the sunlight, affecting from time to time, in the shadows, his perfection. It was a low growl, a constant presence hot invaded his life with a boldness that Bella only dreamed of possessing; was the only crack in its mosaic of happiness.
A fault that was spreading more and more, plunging his love for the woman of his life, his companion, his "singing" in an increasingly dense darkness.
The chilling thing was that he, Edward, would not to save anything, because that shadow attracted him like a magnet, its opposite pole.
And that attraction took him every day when the morning was slow road to regain the world in forest reserve, walking thoughtfully in the foliage smells of dew, to arrive - by chance, he would say later - on the border between the two territories opponents, where the smell of wolves was as strong as their character.
was waiting minute after minute, without careful under the trees, with golden irises still in the bush, until a dark figure, long hair over her shoulders and hands in the pockets of his trousers, had appeared in the distance, without seemingly worthy of any attention. Even then he made no movement, simply fix it with knitted brows, until the last step exactly where the invisible boundary between them.
The wolf smelled of wood and wild, he could hear from that distance, and any effort to ignore that essence would have been futile. Slowly, as if they were forced, the eyes of the Indian blacks rose to him, sharp and intriguing as its language.
Only one, single step by either side, and the order of their universe would surely corrupt - once again then -.
There was wind in the forest, led the howls of flock like leaves in autumn, and pushed the heady flavor even more deeply to him. Vampires are not made to resist temptations arise from these and have to live with them, and Edward Cullen was not anyone to get out of this.
Just a stride, big and strong, to break the icy blast of wind that separated them, in a breath to clear the miles between their lips of ice and fire and send the collision all the planets with the sun, exploding without a cry of pain.
Edward was just on the edge of the cliff, he felt no hope of falling hold, and Jacob Black was ready to drown him .
