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Post by Charity Flint on Aug 7, 2009 1:45:47 GMT -4
This is something I've been working on as a Rosalie Character Development.
AKA: I think Rosalie is BA and could develop into something awesome. I think I relate to her in odd ways, but we'll stop there.
This is a middle part of a fan-fic I started writing. I haven't gotten very far at all, but I can post more if it's appealing to you...
Feedback is appreciated. :]
--Enjoy--
I was perhaps the most temperamental of our family, when it really came down to it. I didn’t like this life that was chosen for me, and I was determined to make the best of it. It was a little easier when Edward wasn’t around. When I could let my thoughts go crazy and come to a decision without his constant interference.
This much I knew:
What was unclear was if he would return. It was also unclear as to how much longer he could resist. How much longer would we be able to lead an almost normal existence here in the tiny town of Forks?
Alice kept talking around the dining room table. I let my mind wander. Could Edward stay away? I could find him and talk to him. Explain how it would be better for all of us if he just stayed away for a short time… She would graduate in two years. Two little years wasn’t too much to ask.
“That won’t be necessary, Rose.”
How quickly I had forgotten about Alice. How plans could go right out the window with her future seeking skill. How was it that she was everything a girl could want in a sister, but still the most annoying little thing when it came to decision making?
“Rosalie, I think you and I may be on the same page.”
“And what is that Jasper? Let’s make sure we are.”
“I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep Alice safe and happy. We’re happy here. Right, Alice?”
But Alice was already buzzing through the future looking for any other way.
“Of course we’re happy here, but Rose…”
“Emmett, if it means we can stay here then why not?” I was getting angry. Did no one else see this was the only way?
“Come on, Babe, don’t be mad. We need to look at this from every angle first.”
“Why shouldn’t I be getting upset? Isn’t Edward our brother? Shouldn’t we help… Show him that we support him no matter where he is?”[/i]
Carlisle walked through the door at that point. Was I so angry by the others apathy that I couldn’t even hear the Volvo come in?
“Edward is his own being, Rosalie. He can help himself more than we can help him at this point.”
“And if he can’t?”
“Rosalie…”
Esme. Esme, the mother I had grown to love. Esme, one of the most loving beings I had ever known. She spoke underneath Carlisle and Alice, but directly to me. “If something happened to this girl because of Edward, you know what we would do. Would you deny your brother of that when he would do the very same for you? I know you’re happy here, darling. You get to feel almost normal… This is something Edward is going to have to deal with.” I knew she was right, then. Was it better, then, to let Edward learn how to deal with something this difficult, in hopes that in the future we could stay settled for longer?
“Thank you! Finally. Edward is going to be able to deal with this, I have no doubt about that. Was it so hard to let go for once?” Alice was thankful she could finally see clearly.
“Rosalie, Jasper.” Carlisle had called us to drive this point home. “If Edward comes home, we will welcome him with open arms. But would you really deny Esme a son so we can stay comfortable? We’re a family. We’re all here for each other. We do not push our family away, we protect them in whatever way they need.”
“Yes sir.” Of course Jasper was so easy to let go. It made Alice unhappy to think of anyone as disposable. To disobey Carlisle, his new general, made Jasper unhappier.
“Rosalie… The girl can’t know that she has any affect on us. You all need to go out of her way to treat her just as you would treat any other student.”
“Of course, Carlisle.”
But I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
The next day I managed to only slip one look at the Swan girl to see what was so interesting about her. The day after, two slips. When I felt the heat of her gaze on my face at lunch I met it. She looked away, bewildered. If we shouldn’t spark an interest in her, why should she spark an interest in us? Of course I knew why she had. She had wandered where the odd boy Edward had disappeared to. How much had she noticed that one day in class? When she passed me in the hall a girl named Lauren bumped my book bag. I instinctively looked up to make sure she hadn’t noticed the contact or by chance hit my skin and noticed the Swan girl taking in Emmett’s size. The third day I managed not to return the heat of the gaze I felt on my back. It wasn’t fair that she should be allowed to look at us and we couldn’t return the favor. It wasn’t fair that she should be normal, when Emmett should be allowed to scare her enough to stay away.
She hadn’t mentioned Edward’s bizarre moods, had he had any, to anyone within ear shot. She hadn’t mentioned anything unusual at all. She kept to basic small talk with her peers. She was so odd. Hadn’t everyone noticed Emmett’s size at first, and then turned to talk about it? Didn’t people notice Jasper’s pain to some degree, and talk about it? Hadn’t even the quietest girls mentioned my exaggerated beauty in the shower rooms? How then did Isabella Swan have no interest in who we were?
It wasn’t crazy to think that she didn’t care. But she simply had to. Could it be, then, that she was so afraid of being unusual or noticing things maybe others hadn’t notice that she wouldn’t speak? Or maybe she didn’t like being the spotlight. Maybe mentioning the Cullens like she had the first day would surely start people talking, in her mind, around her theories and observations. No, she couldn’t have that.
It was so obvious now. Isabella Swan didn’t like being the center of attention. She preferred the quiet life. She preferred to stay under the radar. The way she moved and the level at which she spoke screamed that much. Watching her walk across the parking lot and trip on her own feet may have explained something. Had she been mocked into this quiet way? Had she always been the center of attention and worry because of her clumsiness? It would make sense if this was the case… Starting over in a new place was simply natural.
AKA: I think Rosalie is BA and could develop into something awesome. I think I relate to her in odd ways, but we'll stop there.
This is a middle part of a fan-fic I started writing. I haven't gotten very far at all, but I can post more if it's appealing to you...
Feedback is appreciated. :]
--Enjoy--
I was perhaps the most temperamental of our family, when it really came down to it. I didn’t like this life that was chosen for me, and I was determined to make the best of it. It was a little easier when Edward wasn’t around. When I could let my thoughts go crazy and come to a decision without his constant interference.
This much I knew:
- Edward had decided to leave.
- After eight decades of resisting the temptation of human blood, he almost slipped today and ruined things for us here.
- But he had resisted.
What was unclear was if he would return. It was also unclear as to how much longer he could resist. How much longer would we be able to lead an almost normal existence here in the tiny town of Forks?
Alice kept talking around the dining room table. I let my mind wander. Could Edward stay away? I could find him and talk to him. Explain how it would be better for all of us if he just stayed away for a short time… She would graduate in two years. Two little years wasn’t too much to ask.
“That won’t be necessary, Rose.”
How quickly I had forgotten about Alice. How plans could go right out the window with her future seeking skill. How was it that she was everything a girl could want in a sister, but still the most annoying little thing when it came to decision making?
“Rosalie, I think you and I may be on the same page.”
“And what is that Jasper? Let’s make sure we are.”
“I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep Alice safe and happy. We’re happy here. Right, Alice?”
But Alice was already buzzing through the future looking for any other way.
“Of course we’re happy here, but Rose…”
“Emmett, if it means we can stay here then why not?” I was getting angry. Did no one else see this was the only way?
“Come on, Babe, don’t be mad. We need to look at this from every angle first.”
“Why shouldn’t I be getting upset? Isn’t Edward our brother? Shouldn’t we help… Show him that we support him no matter where he is?”[/i]
Carlisle walked through the door at that point. Was I so angry by the others apathy that I couldn’t even hear the Volvo come in?
“Edward is his own being, Rosalie. He can help himself more than we can help him at this point.”
“And if he can’t?”
“Rosalie…”
Esme. Esme, the mother I had grown to love. Esme, one of the most loving beings I had ever known. She spoke underneath Carlisle and Alice, but directly to me. “If something happened to this girl because of Edward, you know what we would do. Would you deny your brother of that when he would do the very same for you? I know you’re happy here, darling. You get to feel almost normal… This is something Edward is going to have to deal with.” I knew she was right, then. Was it better, then, to let Edward learn how to deal with something this difficult, in hopes that in the future we could stay settled for longer?
“Thank you! Finally. Edward is going to be able to deal with this, I have no doubt about that. Was it so hard to let go for once?” Alice was thankful she could finally see clearly.
“Rosalie, Jasper.” Carlisle had called us to drive this point home. “If Edward comes home, we will welcome him with open arms. But would you really deny Esme a son so we can stay comfortable? We’re a family. We’re all here for each other. We do not push our family away, we protect them in whatever way they need.”
“Yes sir.” Of course Jasper was so easy to let go. It made Alice unhappy to think of anyone as disposable. To disobey Carlisle, his new general, made Jasper unhappier.
“Rosalie… The girl can’t know that she has any affect on us. You all need to go out of her way to treat her just as you would treat any other student.”
“Of course, Carlisle.”
But I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
The next day I managed to only slip one look at the Swan girl to see what was so interesting about her. The day after, two slips. When I felt the heat of her gaze on my face at lunch I met it. She looked away, bewildered. If we shouldn’t spark an interest in her, why should she spark an interest in us? Of course I knew why she had. She had wandered where the odd boy Edward had disappeared to. How much had she noticed that one day in class? When she passed me in the hall a girl named Lauren bumped my book bag. I instinctively looked up to make sure she hadn’t noticed the contact or by chance hit my skin and noticed the Swan girl taking in Emmett’s size. The third day I managed not to return the heat of the gaze I felt on my back. It wasn’t fair that she should be allowed to look at us and we couldn’t return the favor. It wasn’t fair that she should be normal, when Emmett should be allowed to scare her enough to stay away.
She hadn’t mentioned Edward’s bizarre moods, had he had any, to anyone within ear shot. She hadn’t mentioned anything unusual at all. She kept to basic small talk with her peers. She was so odd. Hadn’t everyone noticed Emmett’s size at first, and then turned to talk about it? Didn’t people notice Jasper’s pain to some degree, and talk about it? Hadn’t even the quietest girls mentioned my exaggerated beauty in the shower rooms? How then did Isabella Swan have no interest in who we were?
It wasn’t crazy to think that she didn’t care. But she simply had to. Could it be, then, that she was so afraid of being unusual or noticing things maybe others hadn’t notice that she wouldn’t speak? Or maybe she didn’t like being the spotlight. Maybe mentioning the Cullens like she had the first day would surely start people talking, in her mind, around her theories and observations. No, she couldn’t have that.
It was so obvious now. Isabella Swan didn’t like being the center of attention. She preferred the quiet life. She preferred to stay under the radar. The way she moved and the level at which she spoke screamed that much. Watching her walk across the parking lot and trip on her own feet may have explained something. Had she been mocked into this quiet way? Had she always been the center of attention and worry because of her clumsiness? It would make sense if this was the case… Starting over in a new place was simply natural.
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