For a moment, the house was at peace.
There was no shouting or arguing, no scolding or whining. Everything was at peace. For once.
Two men sat at the beach wood table as they played an intense game of chess. The chess masters sat opposite each other as they stared at the bored waiting for the next move patiently. Jasper who moved his black Bishop to take his opponents white Knight was deathly pale but clear skin, chiseled jaw that could cut paper, a long and pointed nose with long wavy hair that stopped just above his shoulders his golden hair complimented his honey glazed eyes that the man opposite him seemed to share. Carlisle who moved his white Queen to take his opponents black Castle and only a moment later realising his mistake making his honey glazed eyes to widen and then for his sickly pale coloured hand to run through his slicked blonde hair in frustration as he tried to concentrate. He wasn't much different from the man opposite him, his honey coloured eyes, his white skin and golden hair although he had much more prominent features such as his cheekbones that were seen easier and his pointed chin. Yet they were still very handsome men.
In the room next to them is where the rest of the figures that graced the large modern house resided.
Edward, a tall and lean male sat at the piano that resided off to the left of the room by a large window that overlooked the forest. His fingers gracefully ran over each key, and making a beautiful sound emerge from the large instrument. His long and pale fingers skimmed over each key effortlessly as if he had been doing it for decades. His copper brown hair was slightly messy as he shook his head to the tempo of the song. A small smile grazed his perfect features as he seemed to be lost in his own world. His honey glazed, eyes shut as if he was imagining that it was just him in the room alone.
Across the room where the large shelves that contained books from what seemed to be every era in every language lived stood a pale woman, Esme. A chocolate brown haired woman with a button nose and a sweet smile that rested on her face stood. She was standing tall at about 5'6. Her arms crossed her chest, and a small book lay there as she let her ears be blessed with the sound of the beautiful piano the male was playing so effortlessly. She closed her honey glazed eyes for a moment as she sighed in contentment.
On the grey leather couches that lay in the centre of that large room, three figures sat there. Two of which - a male and female - were cuddled up. The broad but pale male that was known as Emmet sat with his back against the back of the couch, his large arms wrapped lightly around the blonde laying in his arms. He had a goofy grin plastered across his face, his light bronze hair slightly messy, and his honey glazed eyes were blown wide as he watched the girl in his arms flick through an old magazine. The blonde female, Rosalie, sat on the lap of the male behind her, his arms wrapped lightly but securely around her waist making her feel safe, her pale but manicured fingers flipped through an old magazine that look to be from the late 70s as it had the image of Elvis Presley printed on the front. Her honey glazed eyes flicked over every word so quickly before she flipped to the next page. She seemed engrossed.
The other figure that lay on the single seated couch away from the cuddling couple, the back of the chair facing Edward, was another male, Benedict. He sat with his back against the arm of the chair and his long legs dangling over the other side, and his right hand held a book that looked so old that it was going to break. He used his right hand to gently push away his long chestnut hair from his eyes so he could actually read the tattered book. His honey glazed eyes traced over every word so delicately as if it would disappear as soon as the next one came. In this position, someone would very easily be able to point out his handsome features. His chiselled jaw and prominent cheekbones and his adorable little button nose seemed to sparkle in the dim light. He was the most handsome out of them all, much to their dismay.

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FanfictionLacuna (n) a blank space, a missing part. For 9 centuries, he has been looking for his love, his darling, his one and only, his mate. Everyone around him seemed to have found their beloved except for him. It pained him to no end, to see the people h...