March, 1921.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

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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[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think so. Just...trying to keep my things together."

And not use too many double entendres throughout the day.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Especially where meaning was so easily to hear.

"Unless occasion called for it."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"I am not good with messy."

[iwouldfollowyou]

"I think you managed well, considering."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

The guardsman flashes across Carlisle's consciousness and Carlisle makes no comment to Edward's assertion.

"What is the museum?"

[iwouldfollowyou]

Or to it's phrasing.


"Small and local looking."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"Sounds perfectly fine. When did you want to go?"

[iwouldfollowyou]

"Evening is fine."

Given the possible sunshine and only getting in minutes ago.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

'Fine' seems to be a theme.

Carlisle pushes off the couch with a grunt, pulling at his shirtsleeves to straighten them and he grabs his journal to cross the room to the desk and put them away.

Carlisle uses the mirror on the far wall more so than Edward on the whole - especially when Carlisle working. Lately he's taken to try and ignore it, ignore the eyes that aren't his own staring back.

He walks past the mirror, glancing up slightly.

Walks past it and walks back to stare.

"OhmyGod."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward simply slipped leisurely off the arm and across the cushions.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle's voice is too light for the disgruntled expression on his face to work.

"Why didn't you tell me? When did you notice?"

Carlisle goes back to staring at his gold eyes returned to him, powers having faded and sloughed off.

[iwouldfollowyou]

"Minute and half ago?" Discerningly.

Edward's head tilted, watching Carlisle.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"You wanted me to see first?"

It takes a solid two minutes before Carlisle is truly willing to believe it just...went away. Nothing in his life just goes away.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward settled back on the couch pillow.
Shifted his shoulders, attending to two top buttons.

"I told you." Soft. Neither quite to admonishment or amusement.
"The way I see you hasn't changed in the slightest. That day, or today."


Perhaps, this is a yes, with a little more added on.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

The only person who's opinion had changed was Carlisle.

But still.

He's himself again. As normal as he can be.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward listens as much as he doesn't. He'll always hear.
Carlisle, and the woman washing dishes upstairs, and a little boy reading.

Because it will come sooner or later regardless. "We could stop moving now."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"We could." Or I could just go outside more.




I may have jumped into being entirely stationary too suddenly for us, Edward.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Blasé. "It was not terrible."




Two-thirds of the time.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle gives him more of a believable look now, before joining Edward back on the couch.

"I know you didn't hate it, but it wasn't your favorite life either."

But we both know how successful I will be as a travel companion if I can't practice now and then.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward shifted to accommodate having to share the couch.

"It had the only thing I needed it to."
Said as though it were obvious.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carlisle smiles instead of saying 'I know, but'.

"Maybe the housecall idea was something to consider. It wouldn't exactly be surgery, but it is just as helpful out in the world," Carlisle thinks aloud, still speaking of the outside as something apart from himself.

[iwouldfollowyou]

"Isn't it still stationary?" Edward reached out, without looking, at least through his own eyes, and caught Carlisle's hand.

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

"It's more transitory than owning a home and working rounds at a hospital."

Carlisle raises Edward's hand to his forehead. "It's just an idea."

[iwouldfollowyou]

House calls -- and inevitably phone calls.
But it's what Carlisle wants. What he hasn't had.

"You could do it here."

[teachyouwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Carefully: "It doesn't have to be now, Edward."