Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘; 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

    The stars were the most loveliest in Washington, always able to see them on the darkest night of all. The blinking winking burning stars. Beauty within their own burning faults. Fire burning white in the blacks of space that welcomed the many faces of planets.

    Hugging her knees Rosalice stares up at those stars, seeing each constellation and pointing them out, falling in love with it once more. Falling in love with astrology.

    She remembered once ago when she first divided into learning about the stars with her restless soul staying awake during the nights wishing to learn more about what was held above. Her father never once settled her to bed while her mind remained unwilling. Edward would sit on the balcony that held a microscope always in use during the stolen nights. Grasping a hold of his daughter he would place her on his lap staring up at the stars pointing them out.

    Staring at the sky with wide unexplored curious blue eyes made from white soft glaciers. Staring in the same sky as her father pointed up towards each star, each burning constellations and asking her which each of them was.

     When confused, he lightly dragged the microscope allowing her peer into it to get a good look at it. And she would answer. Answering until her body drifted off to sleep in her father's arms as the two talked and got to know the star's story. Their past. And what their future will hold.

     One day Rosalice Mikealson wanted to share those stories with at least one of her children. To do the same thing her father had done with her. Speaking a language of theirs. Mind linking mind. Words of lost moments.

     It saddened her that he or her mother was no longer there with her to watch as both her and Renee's family grew. As everything they held dear expanded. She sorta wished that her father was there to comfort her in his arms and whisper sweet assurances both knowing they were lies at the end of the day but the night... they'll believe it just for another night. A night of sweet assurances. The morning the painful reminders.

     Lowering her head, she heard forced quietness in steps. The floorboards creaked even as she stared out of the window on this night. "I haven't seen you since... last year." Christmas. The night before everything went downhill and destroyed and tore at their emotions.

     Jasper slipped into the same windowsill, his legs pointing into the room while hers tucked into her side. "I apologize, I should've been better at comforting." He met her eyes familiarizing themselves to stare into those gold that never once lost the streak of animal blood. Jealous a bit. But then again he was jealous with all of his siblings wishing to have a track record like them.

    Rosalice lays her head against the wall behind her, speaking fluidly, confidently, "It's not your job to comfort the mourning."

     The two that wore scares of such similar situations yet different both took in those words carefully with such gentle consideration hearing and listening to those words. "When you're mourning in turn."

     Those words seemed to shake between them. Jasper's head lowered as his eyes tore themselves from those that resembled his sister-in-law carrying a face of his deceased brother. Was it strange for an empath to feel such things as human emotions and couldn't control his own when needed. Manipulating was an art form he mastered. Yet his own emotions he grew estranged with.

     "Alice was so heartbroken. She begged me somedays to take away the pain and let her smile." Jasper in turn looked up towards the sky. A star where his brother now burned with the other eludes vampires and his wife. It brought Jasper some comfort that Rosalice had always told them when they were gone, when death had finally knocked on their door one last final time searching for a damned imperfect soul they would become the stars forever watching over the ones they loved. All humans go to heaven and hell. Vampires and anything outside human would become a twinkling star. "It hurt to see her sit there and blame herself for what had happened. To feel what she felt. It was agonizing to watch as she got down on her knees and begged me to make her feel true happiness even for a moment."