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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 22, 2008 11:36:05 GMT -6
the year had flown by quickly for esme; it was already december before she'd known it. winter had fallen with an unexpected swiftness upon forks; everything was coated with the glittering presence of snow, and more snow was falling, spiraling earthward from the heavens above like divine dancers. as much as she would have liked to be outside, where emmett and jasper were most likely having the vampire equivalent of a snowball fight, but, christmas loomed on the horizon and the motherly vampire had absolutely no idea what to get any of them, and asking alice would be rather pathetic. so she was sitting in the huge bedroom she shared with her husband, carlisle, staring blankly at the wall with a frustrated expression on her marble face. they already had everything possible: edward had nice cars, alice had more clothes than possibly all of france, emmett had his jeep, carlisle was simply impossible to shop for, rosalie had enough beauty supplies to last for the next century, and jasper. . . well, he sorely needed a car. that had already been arranged; the brand new shiny pearl blue bmw z4 coupe would be delivered on christmas day. of course, the cullens usually didn't make a huge deal out of christmas, since, between them, they'd had about 600 christmases. but, for some reason, esme felt compelled to get everyone something. maybe it was the excess contact with humans that bella brought, or the constant christmas music that the stores were playing, but she felt especially into the christmas spirit. she had already bedecked the outside of her mansion with every conceivable christmas light there was, and was working on decorating the rest of the house with various greenery and the infamous mistletoe, which she'd hidden in random spots. sure, emmett would probably take them down and hide them in other spots, or follow rosalie around with one, but esme just felt in the christmas spirit.
now for the gifts. she didn't want to spend too much, but she wanted to give everyone at least something. bella's present would be difficult, as well as carlisle's. she sighed, and stood up again, agitated, and restless. she busied her hands with arranging a seasonal bouquet of cedar boughs and holly branches-anything to get her mind off of what to get carlisle for christmas. something that wouldn't be too big of a deal, yet was useful and somehow would remind carlisle of her when he was stressed. ugh, the drawbacks to being immortal. it seemed esme had already bought every possible gift in the world for her husband and her children. . . |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 22, 2008 12:22:55 GMT -6
whenI’mwithyou;; when I’m with you I’ll make every second countcause I miss you
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggg [/color][/size][/font][/center] It was strange how quickly time passed, even for a vampire. Only yesterday did it seem like summer , yet Christmas was swiftly approaching. Carlisle looked up from his book , watching the snow falling gently past the window in his study to the ground. The sounds of squeals and laughter floated into the room from the snowball fight going on outside the house. He smiled softly to himself before going to watch from the open window, only to get hit by a snowball that had obviously missed it’s target and kept hurtling until it collided with Carlisle’s face.
Now it definitely was winter.
Carlisle laughed softly , trying unsuccessfully to get the snow out of his hair .No matter how hard he tried , part of it would always be missed . He didn’t mind about getting hit with the snowball …Carlisle would get them back later.Carlisle’s thoughts instantly sprung to presents and Christmas.It really was getting harder and harder to shop for his family every year.The only person completely sorted was Jasper , who was getting a car and... Straightners. Why? Blame Emmett and Edward.
Esme was probably the hardest to shop for of all. What could he get his perfect wife? Esme would be happy with anything Carlisle gave her, because she would know how much thought and love was put into the idea. Yet let’s choose to ignore that fact.
Carlisle sighed , before going into the next room to see his lovely wife.”Esme , are You alright?”He asked , watching her staring contest with the wall. |
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 22, 2008 23:17:16 GMT -6
the sounds of her children frolicking in the backyard, throwing snowballs at each other was easily audible to esme from where she sat, in her bedroom, still staring fervently at the black ivory white wall as if it held the answers she sought. of course, it didn't, though. she would have to use her brain to think of a suitable gift for her lovely husband. another loud splat, another squeal -or bellow, in emmett's case- echoed in the house. she could easily feel the vibrations of emmett running, probably to futilely attack edward or jasper. she was half tempted to go down there and tell her reckless children not to break her lovely house or take down the forest -and promise some facetious violence against them if they did- but she heard the soft whisper of footsteps over tile and the swish of fabric moving against itself and all thoughts of chiding her children were washed out of her mind as she realized who was walking down the hall. the only other person who wasn't engaged in the wintry warfare in the yard -for alice, rosalie, edward, jasper, emmett and even bella were outside, probably demolishing the backyard- was carlisle, the source of her frustration. not that she was directly puzzled by carlisle himself, but with his blatant un-shopability. there was nothing that seemed to be good enough for her perfect husband, and therein lay her vexation.
she turned toward the music of her husband's voice as he spoke, a smile breaking out reflexively on her perfect marble features. no, i'm fine. just feeling a little stressed. you'd think, after eighty years, that christmas shopping would get easier. but it just gets more difficult. especially your gifts, she said with a wry smile, breaking her staring contest with the wall to rise from her office chair and face her husband with a smile on her pale pinks lips. there was some snow in his honey golden hair. she moved closer and delicately removed the white stuff from his mussed up blond hair with her long pale fingers. she grinned, and pinched the snow into nothingness, staring intently at carlisle with her deeply ochre eyes. |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 25, 2008 11:30:59 GMT -6
whenI’mwithyou;;when I’m with you I’ll make every second countcause I miss you
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggg [/color][/size][/font][/center] "no, i'm fine. just feeling a little stressed. you'd think, after eighty years, that christmas shopping would get easier. but it just gets more difficult. especially your gifts,"
Carlisle smiled softly , moving to embrace his wife."Believe me - it truly never gets easier to shop at christmas."He paused for a moment , taking in properly what Esme had just said."So I'm the reason you're stressed?I'm so sorry dear..You know I would be happy with anything , if it was you giving it to me..."He replied hurriedly , feeling guilty for causing her such stress.On the other hand , it seemed that Esme was having the same dilemma as Carlisle.Nothing truly seemed perfect enough...He sighed , becoming frustrated as he was reminded of his problems.
she moved closer and delicately removed the white stuff from his mussed up blond hair with her long pale fingers. she grinned, and pinched the snow into nothingness, staring intently at carlisle with her deeply ochre eyes.
Carlisle grinned as well , watching Esme absorbed in getting all the snow out of his hair."So I really did miss some of it.."He mused quietly to himself."It's probably a good idea to stay away from any open windows today, unless you don't mind getting covered in snow.Emmett seems to be determined to get us."Carlisle spoke , laughing softly.
"I won't be surprised if my office has been filled with snow by now.I came to see if you were alright and left the window open..."
ooc//I'm considering making a new account as either Carmen , Tanya or Eleazar from the Denali.I really want to do Eleazar , yet I want to rp a girl too. =3 |
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 27, 2008 0:28:58 GMT -6
"Believe me - it truly never gets easier to shop at christmas. So I'm the reason you're stressed? I'm so sorry dear.. You know I would be happy with anything , if it was you giving it to me..." esme grinned, hugging her husband closer into her arms, smiling softly. "no no, it's okay, honey. every mother is like this at christmas; it's not your fault, she said in her lilting voice, her mouth twisting into a wry smile. of course, her children didn't really mind if she got them gifts or not -she was personally excited to see jasper's reaction to his car-, but carlisle. . . she felt as if he needed something. and besides, she liked shopping. even if this particular person was completely un-shoppable. but she loved him all the same. ."So I really did miss some of it.. It's probably a good idea to stay away from any open windows today, unless you don't mind getting covered in snow. Emmett seems to be determined to get us. I won't be surprised if my office has been filled with snow by now. I came to see if you were alright and left the window open..." esme laughed quitely, shaking her head in disbelief. of course emmett was behind this. he was incorrigible. but she was pretty sure carlisle would get him back, when he least expected it. of course; i know better than to stand by an open window when they're having a snowball fight. they're shameless. it wouldn't surprise me if they were having full-scale snow warfare out there. . . she trailed off, grinning mischievously at her husband, a hint of stress still in her features, though that had been all but erased by this chat with her husband.
ooc;; make one for tanya! *squee* then she can RP wif edward!!! |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Feb 4, 2009 11:32:18 GMT -6
whenI’mwithyou;;when I’m with you I’ll make every second countcause I miss you
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ooc//This is going to pretty much just be the end of the counting up to christmas thingy for Carlisle.So sorry if this is short and pretty bad/random (I.E random paint.).So after your post , cut to christmas? 
bic//Of course; i know better than to stand by an open window when they're having a snowball fight. they're shameless.It wouldn't surprise me if they were having full-scale snow warfare out there. . ."
Carlisle laughed softly , his eyes full of love as he thought about his children . "Well I know to stay away Now...I always forget that I need to avoid the windows whenever they have Water balloons OR Snowballs.."Carlisle paused for a moment , staring intently at the window . A water balloon hit the closed window after a second."Let's make that whenever they have water balloons AND Snowballs too."
Again , Carlisle fell silent - suscpision appearing all over his face."They have water balloons , and snow , and I left the window open-"He reluctantly let go of Esme , instead taking hold of her hand , leading her to his study.
Just as he had predicted - the office was filled with snow.It was about four inches thick on the floor , and covered his table , chair and the top of all of the bookshelves.Carlisle was speechless.Even for a vampire , it was surprising how much they had done in so little time.
However , that wasn't the only surprise that had been left for him.Carlisle slowly and fearfully approached the table , picking up papers and books , carefully dusting off the snow.As soon as he moved away from the table to the bookshelves , three brightly coloured balloons full of ice water and what also appeared to be neon green paint landed and exploded on top of Carlisle.
"Paint.Where did they get the paint?"Carlisle asked Esme , trying his best to keep calm.
However , it is exceptionally hard to be calm when covered in neon green paint.And there was only one person who would try something like this."EMMETT!!"
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Post by Esme Cullen on Feb 7, 2009 16:53:32 GMT -6
"Well I know to stay away Now...I always forget that I need to avoid the windows whenever they have Water balloons OR Snowballs.. Let's make that whenever they have water balloons AND Snowballs too," said Carlisle, with a grin on his face. Esme laughed as a water balloon hit the window with almost deadly force; at least her children knew better than to break her bay windows and face the wrath of their usually complacent, loving mother. Mentally adding water balloons to her list of house hazards, he kissed Carlisle's glass smooth cheek softly as he took her hand. "They have water balloons , and snow , and I left the window open-" Carlisle said in a slightly worried voice. Esme sighed, shaking her head as he lead her into his office.
His formerly clean and tidy office was now covered in snow. Esme groaned; thankfully, their house didn't need heating, since vampires never got cold -or at least, not very often-, but the fire downstairs in the fireplace could melt the snow into one giant puddle of watery hell... Which would not bode well for Carlisle's many books, not to mention her hardwood floors! "They'll have fun cleaning this up," She said in a slightly aggravated tone, but Carlisle's next words brought her attention back to her husband.
"Paint. Where did they get paint?" He asked in a perplexed tone that rose in pitch ever so slightly to demonstrate his anxiety. Esme glanced over, brow wrinkling at the mention of paint, to see her husband's foremerly sunny golden blonde hair dying a disgusting shade of lime green. A gasped choked off in her throat. "They must have gotten into the garden shed and mixed all my paints together," She said in a weary voice. Emmett...
"EMMETT!!"
It had taken a couple of showers to take the greenish tinge off of Carlisle's hair and return it to its former golden blonde, while Esme spent most of her time berating her oldest son for his prank-gone-wrong. "But come on, Carshizzle, you know it was funny!" was his apology to a very not impressed Carlisle. Carshizzle? What in the world had possessed Emmett to create such a nickname for her husband?
It was now officially Christmas Day, and Esme had finally found all the perfect gifts, in light of the recent situation, which she had now dubbed "The Bombing of 'Carshizzle's' Office." A paintball gun for Carlisle and a couple thousand neon green and pink paintballs to bombard Emmett with: a perfect revenge tactic for the neon paint stunt. And Jasper got his shiny new BMW Z4 Coupe, which Alice would be unveiling shortly.
She sat down on the creamy leather couch, her hands wrapped loosely around a rectangular box she held on her lap, waiting for Carlisle to come down. She had already presented her kids with their gifts, but she wanted to exchange presents with her husband alone, knowing that Emmett would surely be a nuisance, as he always was. Lately, he seemed to be out to get 'Carshizzle'...
ooc;; XD I lurves Carshizzle's present. I hope he likes it too. XDD |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Feb 9, 2009 12:40:55 GMT -6
whenI’mwithyou;;when I’m with you I’ll make every second countcause I miss you
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ooc//I love Carshizzle's present too.Why do I have the random urge to name it?Seriously.I really want to give Carlisle's paint gun a name.Yet it has to be like our 'special names' . Any Suggestions? :]
bic//It seemed like the count down to christmas had taken forever.The 'bombing of Carshizzle's office' seemed so long ago even though just over a week had past.After a total of fourteen showers , 1 bottle of paint remover and a lot of cursing and death threats toward Emmett , Carlisle's hair had finally returned to it's brilliant golden blonde.Most of it , anyway.Carlisle sighed to himself as he inspected his hair closely in the mirror on the wall of his and his wife's bedroom.
Minute areas of the silky hair were a dull dishwater blonde.The areas were so small that they were practically invisible to a human - yet it still was extremely vexing . Emmett was going to pay dearly.How - Carlisle didn't know . Yet . But Emmett would seriously pay.For the snow , the paint and Carshizzle.Where did Emmett get the idea for giving Carlisle that name? If this was a way of showing how his son's mind really worked - that was just terrifying.
His eyes narrowed , the perfect reflection glaring back at him too.In a way , this was partly Carlisle's fault.He should have looked for extra traps before he tried to take action.At least none of his books had been harmed by the snow or the paint and Jasper and Rosalie had volunteered to help tidy up the office.The other children were cowering in fear from Carlisle , who just might have easily murdered one of them if they got in his way.On the down side , Carlisle was most likely paranoid.
His eyes soon softened , a weak smile forming on his face.It was Christmas.A time of family and being thankful for what you have. Killing Emmett and getting revenge could always wait until tomorrow.Carefully , Carlisle picked up the box on the bed next to him , heading down the stairs to where his sweet wife was waiting for him.Before entering the room , his glowing amber eyes scanned the area - as if expecting Emmett to be waiting for 'Carshizzle' with a chainsaw.Knowing Emmett , this was probably extremely likely.Yet let's get back to the main story.
He silently sat down on the white leather couch next to Esme , placing a kiss on her lips."Merry Christmas."He spoke quietly , a grin forming on his lips.
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Post by Esme Cullen on Feb 23, 2009 22:29:23 GMT -6
"Merry Christmas," Carlisle said, as he sat down beside the motherly vampire, planting a sweet kiss on Esme's lip. It ended too soon. She exhaled a long, slow breath, glancing over at her husband with glowing amber eyes, fidgeting nervously with the long, rectangular package on her lap. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured, a lovely smile curving the corners of her lips.
“I know I don’t usually get you anything for Christmas, but, in light of the recent events… I decided to get something for you, Carshizzle.” She giggled at the name, and then handed the package to her husband. Hopefully he’d like it. There was no doubt he’d use it, though, Esme knew that much. She grinned in anticipation. Nobody would expect such a gift from a mother.
Ooc;; sorreh for the crap post. >< WE SHOULD NAME IT THE TERMINATOR!!! >D |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Feb 27, 2009 11:35:13 GMT -6
whenI’mwithyou;;when I’m with you I’ll make every second countcause I miss you
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Carlisle groaned , resting his head on the back of the couch."Please don't tell me that 'Carshizzle' has spread to you too,"He grinned , looking over at his wife."I'm still trying to think of the ideal way to get Emmett back for that..."Carlisle looked down at the package now in his hands as well as his wife's anticipated face.Something was definetly up...carefully Carlisle opened the rectangular package , and looked silently at what was inside... the hysterical laughter soon followed."You - You of all people are giving me this weapon for revenge on one of our children?One that could cause complete and utter havoc and possibly damage our lovely house?"He questioned between giggles.
Carlisle finally managed to calm down after a few minutes.Yet it was just so funny...Heeheehee.
Anyway.
"I guess that I've broken the rules too this year.But I believe that these are both exceptions,"Carlisle picked up a small lightweight box , handing it to Esme."I'll explain when you've opened it."
ooc//Inside the box is the picture of the house.Here be it:
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Anyway , sorry for the terrible post that took so long. 
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