━━━━━ "Blood; race; family; life; vigor"
Or...
━━━━━ In which two members of the Denali coven find themselves living with the Olympic coven for the next six months.
━ Jasper Hale
━ Twilight Saga
━ Ⓒ 2022, CrashingOiks
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The drawing room is a mess.
Of course, considering his supernatural abilities, it could be cleaned within a few seconds, but the mess is one of chaos, organized in Cassius's mind by memory in knowing where a certain brush sits or where his acrylics might be hiding underneath all of his trashed canvases that never made it past the sketching phase.
He sighs, happening to stand in the middle of the room where one of his most recent paintings sits on the older-than-the-building-itself easel.
The painting is an unfinished piece of what he believes to be the greenest of woodlands he's ever thought of. There is moss on the rocks and trees, making it a humid and moist environment that must be wonderful to walk in during the spring if it were to actually exist. The sun does not peek through the leaves and vines, leaving everything shaded and dark, an aesthetic that Cassius would love to live in.
He last remembers adding a stroke of paint at dawn just the day before, watching as clouds slowly overtook the day of Ithaca and making him wish he could paint it instead. He had left the window open for the fresh air and slight breeze, leaving him to hear the two cars now that park inside the Denali estate and the many footsteps that make on the concrete.
"They are here, Cassius."
He heeds Amelia's words from where she resides in the kitchen, making his way down the flight of stairs that separates the third story to the second and the second to the first. He passes by artworks of his own that he's done over the last hundred years, remembering this and that and what had inspired him.
He and Amelia have spent the last thirteen years vacationing away from their family in Denali, which is really the only reason they've opened up their second home to the Cullens who've recently come up with a problem within their clan and needed an emergency leave from their residence in Forks, Washington.
The last time he recalls having seen any of the Cullens would be in 1934, just before Carlisle had added a new addition to his family. He doesn't quite remember the occasion, but he's sure it had to do with Eleazar and Carmen.
"—here he is, now." Amelia says, hand gesturing upward at Cassius's descending figure.
"Cassius," Carlisle says, smiling in the same way Cassius has always remembered him to. "It's been a while."
"Carlisle." Cassius greets, coming down enough to shake his hand. "I apologize that it had to be this way in order for us to meet again."
