Chilly Days | iso: Edward

[Estellise Vivienne]

Cold. It was cold out. Just enough to be above freezing but not by very much. Walking through the forest with her fitted blazer clinging to her, Estellise was all smiles. She liked the cold. Basked in it, enjoyed it, would be perfectly happy if the entire year felt just like the day did now. Who needed the heat of summer when there was snow in late autumn and plenty in winter? Honestly those who preferred to frolic on warm beaches never made sense to her at all.

Sweeping a stand of her behind her ear, the eighteen-year-old looked around with curious eyes. Leaves fell from the trees to create the perfect blanket over the ground she walked over. A crunch crunch sound happened whenever she stepped on one, causing her smile to widen and the dimples in her cheeks to become more prominent. Going home after school on a day like this was simply out of the question.

She continued walking deeper into the forest, listening to the sounds of the birds, and halted with wide eyes when her gaze fell upon a family of deer. The large buck, four doe, and two babies...it was a bit late for their mating season, wasn't it? From what she read the babies were born in spring normally to be grown by the time it was cold. Someone must have given birth late.

Sitting down on a fallen log, Estellise shifted things in her book bag around until reaching her sketch book. Lithe fingers moved deftly over white page as charcoal smeared the pristine sheet, outlines of the deer beginning to appear. Her brow knitted in utter concentration; it was the perfect chance to just relax and draw.

[Edward Cullen]

Bella was out for the day, with Renesemee of course and he was left in the deafening cottage as the rest of his coven had been out, hunting up in Canada. He had opted not to go because he felt like staying home with Bella instead. He went on their last multiple day excursion and he honestly couldnt bare the thought of leaving Bella again in the near future.

His light footseps walked through the familiar forest, the same forest that held his meadow, the same forest that so much had happened with Bella and him. He let out a sigh out of habit and continued walking. He could hunt, which is what he typically did when wandering the forest, but he didnt need it. His throat didnt have the familiar burn from the thirst that was aching inside of him. He was just halfway satasfied.

The wind lightly picked up and a scent crossed his nose, no, two scents. He picked up on the first one instantly, it was a pack of deer close by. He recognized it because it was often his breakfast, lunch and dinner. The other was a bit hard to read. It was human, her could feel his throat burn lightly at the smell. His steps took him closer until he could see the family of deer drinking from the stream, and an unfamiliar body on a fallen tree, sketching.

He leaned against the tree across from her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his marble, scarlet lips. "Hi." he said deliberatly, his pale fingers shoved in the depth of his denim jeans.

[Estellise Vivienne]

The art of drawing was something forgotten by modern times in many ways. Graphic design had taken over, using programs such as Photoshop to merge images into perfection. Even Estellise was guilty of that herself, but there was something brought on by the feeling of being outside with the sun as your light and the paper under your finger tips that made her feel like an excited kid all over again.

Despite her dream job being a famous novelist, her passion was for art and sculpture. Defining curves, definitions, carefully adding painstaking detail to give her work life...that was something she longed for in the bottom of her soul more then anything else. It was her mother's and father's dream for her words to be printed for the world to see, not hers. Maybe some day she could make everyone happy and met in the center as a child's book author doing her own drawings for the pages. It was a decent compromise in her mind at least.

The slightest detail caught her attention in the pack before her. The way the wind move their fur, the way their beady eyes perked to attention, the way their muscles tensed, the way they began to run off at a frantic pace...

Wait. Back up.

Her centerpiece just ditched her!

That was around the time she fully realized she was no longer alone. The smooth voice hadn't reached her at all. It was only when eyes, lingering from the shock of her drawing being destroyed, fell upon the visage of Edward Cullen that she snapped out of her daze.

"Oh!" Now that was embarrassing, wasn't it? Closing her notebook quickly and hiding her charcoal-covered hands around the binder placed on her lap, she offered up a nervous smile, "I'm sorry. I didn't see anyone at all. Always thought this forest was kind of deserted... Did I, um, take your spot or something? If so I can leave."