March, 1921.

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I imagine I am very politely driving Edward insane.

My eyes are still different; the minimal interaction I have had with others has been curtailed and stiff. I do a lot of writing and hunting now, and feel more...inhuman, than I have in some time.

Edward does what he can. I am grateful to him here, now, always. We are in Minnesota for no reason I can adequately discern - but it is somewhere different, Edward says, and I did promise him travel. He has a wandering soul sometimes. This may be good for him - I am unsure.

Regardless, I am here in the apartment we have rent by week and Edward is elsewhere.

I am bored.

- C.C.

Carlisle to all comers would appear asleep - sprawled across a low couch belly-down and eyes shut.

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Which is only adding to the storm in his head.

Which will never be quiet, never be curtailed or fade out, but he can almost fall under it. The sensation of Carlisle. The burst of happiness the causes him to tighten his fingers into fists, even with the hair still clutched and to tremor as control began to give way.

Just. Just. A little more. Further. Harder. Something. Anything. For the depth of what might be pleading in his head, all that left his lips was,

"Carlisle."

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Still kneeling in front of him:

"I should have done that sooner."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward released his grip on the head between his legs somewhere in the middle of up and over and momentary oblivion. On one hand there's knowing he's close and almost feeling it's not close enough.

But all he manages is is a mumble that isn't disagreeing.

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Carlisle whuffs a laugh against Edward's thigh.

"You are too perfect like this."

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Carlisle gets jostled by the leg he's leaning against. The hrmp sound would be even passingly more believable if it wasn't fuzzy. Edward did at least open his eyes and settle them back on Carlisle.

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Gold eyes and a smile is all Edward gets when he looks down.

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It takes the passing of almost a full second.

But Edward picked up his hand and brushed his fingers tips along Carlisle's temple toward the edge of that smile. That he had missed.

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Carlisle slowly but surely comes back to himself.

He doesn't want to, but he does.

Carlisle thinks vaguely of hunting, or staying undressed in the apartment all day.

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He let his hand stop, watching Carlisle.

It was Carlisle saw this all differently, if Edward had found reason to relish that apparent difference. The last of his clothing strewn unlike the perfectly folded beginning pieces. A success regardless.

"We can."

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Laughing then, "Which option?"

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Edward smiled ruefully bright, and shifted position sitting up slightly more. "Yes."