Carlisle-Esme, Pittsburgh.

[ofthefamily]

Vampires don't sleep.

They do, however, sometimes find it relaxing to sit in a chair with a gramophone record playing in the background -- instrumental; an orchestra. Beyond that, there's no label on the record to dictate where or when the performance was recorded.

Carlisle's eyes are closed, his feet are propped up on a chair.

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[ofthefamily]

"Why should I go against the natural state of our kind, as they would say?"

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"Because it makes it easier to blend in and live as part of society?" Esme says.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle actually laughs aloud.

"I am afraid I have given you quite the skewed vision of vampires in the world, my dear. I am very much the exception, not the rule."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

He has a nice laugh. Esme hopes that she gets to hear more of it.

"Why? That is to say, what makes you want to be different?"

[ofthefamily]

The Joplin record has skidded politely to a stop before Carlisle has a chance to answer.

Very, very quietly: "Maybe I was simply fated to be different, Esme. I just knew I could be more than what I had been turned into if I wanted to be."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad that it was you I met then," she says, her voice matching his pitch.

[ofthefamily]

"Are you?"

He surprises himself with the question.

"I took the choice you made away from you. You aren't angry with me for that?"

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

Esme frowns at his words, realizing that Edward has told him she chose to jump off of that cliff.

"I was never angry," she says. "I was very confused about your motivations."

She pauses.

"I still am, to be honest."

[ofthefamily]

"Because you think I don't like you."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"I never said that."

She's thought it. But never said it.

[ofthefamily]

"At one point you wished to never speak to me again," Carlisle retorts. "I may be slow but I am not entirely knuckleheaded."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

Esme has the decency to look embarrassed.

"I don't understand you," she says after a moment. "You're not like..." my husband... "the other men I've known."

[ofthefamily]

"Is that such a bad thing?"

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"I suppose not."

She offers him a tentative smile.

"But it means that I'm not sure what my place is in your life."

[ofthefamily]

"And it would be unfair of me to say something along the lines of 'whatever place you wish to make for yourself', I imagine."

Carlisle's hand reaches towards his face, rubbing at one eye as though a speck of dust had ingratiated itself there. He stops so that the heel of his hand can support his chin, elbow against the armrest.

"There is nothing I wouldn't make sure you had if it was in my power to give you," he starts haltingly. He's never had to explain this aloud before. Edward always knew.

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

It would be unfair since he has already made it clear that he doesn't want her to occupy the place she wishes to make for herself.

"But why, Carlisle?" Esme asks. "Why me? Why Edward? Why now?"

She realizes that they aren't easy questions and almost expects him to refuse to answer.

[ofthefamily]

The answers are far too simplistic when offered aloud.

"I was tired of being alone. And...I thought you deserved a second chance."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

Esme is surprised by the simple honesty. Though, "You did? Why?"

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle's expression turns pained, unknowing.

"It was just something I knew. The girl who hid up in trees to get away when everyone else in the world knew she'd have to come back down again -- "

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"I was naive," Esme says quietly. "I'm not that girl anymore."

She's been through too much pain and loss.

[ofthefamily]

"You were beautiful," Carlisle corrects, but the tone is harsh and disjointed. "Are. Just because I am -- we are -- just because the circumstances have shifted doesn't change any of that."

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

"Looks aren't the only thing that changes," Esme says.

She closes her eyes, unable to look at him as she continues to speak, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I had a son."

[ofthefamily]

"And that's why -- "

[mamavamp.livejournal.com]

Esme nods. "He... he was born too soon. He had difficulty breathing."

[ofthefamily]

"Esme."

Because his time studying humans -- how they deal with illness, grief, loss -- he has to say this.

"You can't blame yourself for that. There are any number of medical reasons why the child was premature."