[Cullens] Post-Hunting

[Rosalie Hale]

r o s a l i e lillian *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Rosalie stepped out of the Cullen house. She knew she hadn't hunted in a few days, so she might as well have hunted now. She made sure that no one was watching, or near. The last thing people needed to see was a fragile, (at least, fragile looking) blond teenage girl walking into a forest. That would speculate too many rumors for the family. They had just moved to Aurora a little while back so if someone were to see Rosalie entering the forest would not be good for their clean "image".

As she entered the forest, she quickly caught onto a herd of elk's sweet scent. She dashed swiftly to them and saw that they were stopped to take a drink of water at the river. She attacked them and drained them all in seconds. There was enough of them that fulfilled her quenching thirst. Feeling satisfied enough, Rosalie took off back to the Cullen residence.

Inside, she noticed that the others were not there. Not particularly caring where they were, Rosalie went upstairs. She noticed that since Edward wasn't there, she could freely play the piano until he actually did return back. She gracefully sat down on the wooden piano bench. She started playing a piece she had memorized long before, letting her fingers gracefully run across the keys.

word count: 219
post status: completed
outfit: here
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: taken from my rp sample

[Emmett Cullen]

Emmett heard that Rosalie went out to hunt. He would've went along with her, but he had asked her to come along with him a few days ago and she had refused. He kept thinking of what to do till Rose comes back. Em began to rub his chin as if he's thinking hard. Not long after, he came up with an idea and ran down the stairs. Emmett thought of wrestling with his brothers a bit to pass the time. When he came down, he found no one. The Big One frowned at the empty sight of the house and sighed. He decided to give up and do whatever comes across his way. Emmett walked around the house to see if anyone was there. He found no one but furniture in the mansion.

When he came across the piano, he shrugged and sat down on the bench. He knew that Edward would kill him if he touched even one key of his precious piano. However, Emmett being his stubborn and childish self didn't care one bit. He dragged his fingers on the keys and started to play as if he was an expert, which he's not. However, it kept him occupied and that was good enough for him. Suddenly, a familiar scent hit his nose. He immediately recognized it as Rosalie's smell. Em quickly got up feeling that she was heading here and tried to hide behind the couch. He knew that it was pointless, but it was fun.

Emmett listened to Rose playing the piano and decided to have a little fun since she didn't feel his presence. He walked slowly behind her and "Boo" he yelled out after grabbing her by her waist and twirling her around for a moment and then stopped to see the look on her face which was priceless. Emmett couldn't help but let out his booming laugh.

[Rosalie Hale]

r o s a l i e lillian *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Rosalie was wrapped up in her thoughts about anything when she entered the mansion-like house. She didn't catch Emmett - her love's scent when she walked back into the house. She wasn't paying much attention to anything. Had she not been in the house and not memorized the pathways of the inside of their new house she may have tripped over something. Ha, but she wouldn't - she was a vampire for crying out loud - a creature of [almost] perfection including poise. When she sat down at the piano bench, she couldn't even telll of Emmett's scent as he had sat there shortly before she did.

As she started to play a popular Beethoven piece, her thoughts stayed occupied with the song notes. She had memorized it ages and ages ago. She didn't hear her husband's footsteps as he walked closer. "Boo," he yelled. She jumped, her playing was thrown off into a mixture of several distorted keys. As he turned her around, she glared at him. She slapped his chest, knowing full and well that he would barely feel it. "Emmett!" she said, pouting, , as he laughed.

word count: 197
post status: completed
outfit: here
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: n/a