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<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%" height="26">Autor</th> <th class="thCornerR">Wiadomość</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>suntaeica</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/xeon/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Pią 11:12, 21 Sty 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: but Siobhan wanted it to work out</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">I could see Charlie. <br />I sighed as soon as reality filtered through hope. I couldn't see Charlie right away. The eyes, the voice, <br />the perfected face. What could I possibly say to him; how could I even begin? I was furtively glad that I <br />had some excuses for putting things off for a while; as much as I wanted to find some way to keep <br />Charlie in my life, I was terrified of that first meeting. Seeing his eyes pop as he took in my new face, my <br />new skin. Knowing that he was frightened. Wondering what dark explanation would form in his head. <br />I was chicken enough to wait for a year while my eyes cooled. And here I'd thought I would be so <br />fearless when I was indestructible. <br />"Have you ever seen an equivalent to self-control as a talent?" Edward asked Carlisle. "Do you really <br />think that's a gift, or just a product of all her preparation?" <br />Carlisle shrugged, 'it's slightly similar to what Siobhan has always been able to do, though she wouldn't <br />call it a <br />gift." <br />"Siobhan,<a href="http://www.longmanmart.com/knowledge/white-maternity-evening-dresses.html" target="_blank" class="postlink">white maternity evening gowns</a>, your friend in that Irish coven?" Rosalie asked. 1 wasn't aware that she did anything special. I <br />thought <br /> Page 275 <br /> <br /> Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, <a href="http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html" target="_blank">http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html</a> <br />it was Maggie who was talented in that bunch." <br />"Yes, Siobhan thinks the same. But she has this way of deciding her goals and then almost... willing <br />them into reality. She considers it good planning, but I've always wondered if it was something more. <br />When she included Maggie, for instance. Liam was very territorial, but Siobhan wanted it to work out, <br />and so it did." <br />Edward, Carlisle, and Rosalie settled into chairs as they continued with the discussion. Jacob sat next to <br />Seth protectively, looking bored. From the way his eyelids drooped, I was sure he'd be unconscious <br />momentarily. <br />I listened, but my attention was divided. Renesmee was still telling me about her day. I held her by the <br />window wall, my arms rocking her automatically as we stared into each other's eyes. <br />I realized that the others had no reason for sitting down. I was perfectly comfortable standing. It was just <br />as restful as stretching out on a bed would be. I knew I would be able to stand like this for a week <br />without moving and I would feel just as relaxed at the end of the seven days as I did at the beginning. <br />They must sit out of habit. Humans would notice someone standing for hours without ever shifting her <br />weight to a different foot. Even now, I saw Rosalie brush her fingers against her hair and Carlisle cross <br />his legs. Little motions to keep from being too still, too much a vampire. I would have to pay attention to <br />what they did and start practicing. <br />I rolled my weight back to my left leg. It felt kind of silly. <br />Maybe they were just trying to give me a little alone time with my baby��as alone as was safe. <br />Renesmee told me about every minute happening of the day, and I got the feeling from the tenor of her <br />little stories that she wanted me to know her every bit as much I wanted the same thing. It worried her <br />that I had missed things��like the sparrows that had hopped closer and closer when Jacob had held her, <br />both of them very still beside one of the big hemlocks; the birds wouldn't come close to Rosalie. Or the <br />outrageously icky white stuff��baby formula��that Carlisle had put in her cup; it smelled like sour dirt. <br />Or the song Edward had crooned to her that was so perfect Renesmee played it for me twice; I was <br />surprised that I was in the background of that memory, perfectly motionless but looking fairly battered <br />still. I shuddered, remembering that time from my own perspective. The hideous fire... <br />After almost an hour��the others were still deeply absorbed in their discussion, Seth and Jacob snoring <br />in harmony on the couch��Renesmee's memory stories began to slow. They got slightly blurry around the <br />edges and drifted out of focus before they came to their conclusions. I was about to interrupt Edward in <br />a panic��was there something wrong with her?��when her eyelids fluttered and closed. She yawned, her <br />plump pink lips stretching into a <br />round O, and her eyes never reopened. <br />Her hand fell away from my face as she drifted to sleep��the backs of her eyelids were the pale <br />lavender color of thin clouds before the sunrise. Careful not to disturb her, I lifted that hand back to my <br />skin and held it there curiously. At first there was nothing, and then, after a few minutes, a flickering of <br />colors like a handful of butterflies were scattering from her thoughts. <br />Mesmerized,<a href="http://www.longmanmart.com/knowledge/modest-wedding-dresses.html" target="_blank" class="postlink">modest wedding dresses</a>, I watched her dreams. There was no sense to it. Just colors and shapes and faces. 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