{ secondbestx }

       “the stench must be clogging your senses,
        or you’d be aware of how lucky you are.”

     [  he just shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing. ]

        “is it? you sure about that?”

              _{’ I think your own stench is making you delusional. ’}

                       _{{ and despite the annoyance, she laughs a bit }}

        _{’ Of course. Which would make you a masochist for even coming here. ’}

{ krovopiytsa }

            “Staring is fun, though.”

             _{’ Perhaps for you– But, I’m not the type to enjoy being looked at
         I’m your next meal. ’}

T r a n s l u c e n t;

                                 _Depth.

                                         ^{——complexity or profundity of thought.}

                       _{—-Whispers of an endless night drawing near. The chill shook her through her tiny little pea coat. Not much warmth for the cold New York winter. Her skirt didn’t help much either, but they were necessary in what was known has her 9-5 shitty work day. However, tonight she’d been forced into overtime. Something she honestly loathed with every fiber of her being, because it meant a long walk back to her apartment in the freezing night of the city. And Rosalie never trusted New York at night, rightfully so.}

                       _{—-She’d done well to avoid any bars, clubs or midnight hangouts, places where the sleazy became a bit too bold for her tastes. For a woman in a pencil skirt and heels was an attractive target to them. An easy one too. However, she’d forgotten about the one outside her apartment, the woman didn’t know how she could have. Their cat calls had always been received when she left the comfort of her home. If she had any chance, Rosalie probably would have gave a good clean slap to all of them.}

                       _{—-Either way, she walked past the club, forgetting it was there. Footsteps echoing her own metallic ones. It was then that her heart began pounding and she tried to veer off, tried to run to her apartment, but it was no use. They’d circled her, humming and whistling and her breathing became frantic. Back against the stone wall, she whispered pleases and leave me be’s, but they hardly seemed somber enough to care.}

                       _{—-She was alone… And she was terrified.}

                 _{’ Something you needed? Or were you just planning on staring
            this whole time? ’}

                     _{—-She was sure the shock was evident on her face. Considering that fact that just the other day her and Edward got into an argument about their engagement. Yet, a small smile lifted upon her cheeks. And she moved to hug the girl in front of her. The first act of approval and even affection Rose had ever shown her.}

                                 _{’ You’ll see, Bella. Life is worth it. ’}

                               _{’ What do you mean? ’
             —-A bout of confusion lit up upon her face with eyebrows furrowing. Had she decided not to become a vampire? Rose thought that Bella had only ever wanted to be with Edward. Surely she didn’t mean that she’d changed her mind. Nonetheless, a light of hope eased its way into her chest. Perhaps her bitter tone and spitfire attitude had convinced her that this life wasn’t something any of them truly wanted.}

                        _{—-Hate her. Did she? No. She didn’t hate Bella, she couldn’t. For some reason every member of her family had grown to adore her. Perhaps that’s why she had trouble voicing herself around the human. It was more probable that she was jealous or envious of Isabella than if she carried some sort of distaste for her. The blonde wanted her life. One of a mortal with chance of having a family, bearing her husband’s babies and being a housewife like she’d always dreamed. Rose wanted nothing more than to be a mother. In her past life and now. She wanted to be human. And it angered her that Bella was so reckless with her life and still had the ability to do so. After all, She’d been perfectly stable, perfectly careful with her own life. And yet, she still found herself cursed with the thirst for blood and an eternity watching other people live and die in this world.}

                                  _{’ I don’t hate you, Bella.
                      I hate how reckless you are with the blessing of life. ’}

theyoungsoldier:

But I don’t want people to be jealous of me. tbh i just wanna make friends and this isn’t the only roleplay blog I have. and honestly on my other ones it hasn’t taken me that long to reach 100 followers. why, i have no idea but I try to be as nice as I can to people so I don’t piss anyone off but it’s like whatever I do just doesn’t work and they end up hating me anyway.. 

_{{ It’s a common thing in rp communities I’ve noticed. I come from the Game of Thrones community originally, and there’s always hate being throne around and competition. You just gotta ignore it and move on. There’s a lot of people that are willing to be your friend around here. And honestly, a fact of life is that you’re never going to make everyone happy. But, you should be grateful for those that you do~ Of course, you can always come and be friend c: }}