empathetiic:

             the silence grows venomous, inscrutable, leaving the
             air hanging heavy around them, locking in a non-existent
             cage of something that leaves jasper tentative; the mask
             of indifference maintained as golden eyes stare at demetri, 
             expecting to see him gone in no more but a blink.

                       ❛ all the words’ve been spoken, i believe. ❜

                        the fulfillment of the masters’ wishes is yet to be
                        but before it happens, alice  the seer will see it–
                        she will be unable to change the future’s course 
                        and all will tremble before the absolute authority
                        that has become the volturi.

                   ’ it seems so. master aro sends his regards. ’

                       next year, next decade,
                               next century, next millennium,
                               it does not matter.

                                                             demetri will be standing
                                                       at the pinnacle of perfection,
                                                               below the masters and
                                                                        beside the guards.

                                     s o m e d a y.