fate unfolding in the palm of your hand °sam uley°

Chapter 6

The sun abandoned them once more, and Alice finally persuaded Edward to let her and Bella (with Edward following them no doubt) go into Seattle to go shopping – for clothes for Bella. Alice was getting sick and tired of seeing Bella in her father's flannels that were too long for her and old baseball t-shirts that belonged to her stepfather, Phil. Itoro thought it was nice, that she wore the clothes that belonged to her two fathers, it meant something that Bella felt safe in their clothes, the familiarity of them.

Itoro figured they were reading into it too deep and shoved it away. Alice was finally going to be able to bond with Bella over clothes, something she struggled to do with Itoro. As much as Rosalie did enjoy clothes shopping, she had all the fashionable items she could want; Alice always wanted more.

Jasper and Itoro managed to find her a set of mannequins, and they were being shipped to their house. Everyone was tired of being Alice's mannequins, and as much as Jasper loved his wife, there were hundreds of historical documentaries that he needed to watch, and twice as many books that he desperately wanted to read and annotate. Emmett never stood still long enough for Alice to get a good style on him, and Rosalie and Alice had some weird understanding of when it was and wasn't OK for Alice to try and doll her up.

So Bella was now the unlucky victim of Alice's fashionista ways. Itoro was glad that Alice stopped trying to buy her clothes. They were more content in wearing whatever shit they could steal out of Emmett and Jasper's wardrobes. Edward wore some weird shit sometimes, and Itoro tended to avoid it – they'd spotted Edward wearing some weird beige sleeveless button up once and refused to go near his wardrobe ever since. Freak.

Itoro was more surprised by the fact that Alice let Edward out of the house wearing that monstrosity.

But with a very bare-bones structure to their new fantasy idea, Itoro was going to work. They were cooped up in their bedroom, listening to some weird mix of music that Spotify generated for them, and were fleshing out the structure of this fantasy fiction idea they had in mind on their newest journal that Esme handmade for Itoro's birthday. It was going to be a huge task, but Itoro was excited. Telling Emmett that they were going to make an Orc himbo in his image genuinely inspired them in a way they didn't expect. The protagonist was difficult to grasp, but with the idea of a D&D style fantasy work, they figured it was best to make a group and pick out which one would be most likely to be the leader of the group.

One orc down, named Lugdum (because Emmett was a big lug, and more than once Jasper called him a dumb lug affectionately), Itoro moved on to the other characters. An elf or two, but what types would be best? A dwarf would be needed, alongside a dumb human who was thrown into the whole thing by chance. Would the human be the best to have as the protagonist?

The possibilities were endless, and Itoro wrote them all down, eager to get the whole thing jotted down and physical. Sure, the best of memories was good but having a physical copy was what Itoro liked the best. Itoro didn't want to have the cast of characters done after their family, so Lugdum would be the only one, and even then his name was nothing like Emmett's.

Itoro wrote down three different elves, Nym Presnan, Fenian Fendithas, and Kolvar Carsatra. Itoro could admit to herself that she got the names from a generator and rolled through many, many names until they got to some that they liked the most. Chances were that Itoro would bank one or two of them to use later on – already thinking on the different ways to expand the little world that was growing in their mind.

Then came the idea of the dwarf. Every dragon slaying ensemble needed a dwarf to lighten the mood and throw javelins and axes. Itoro figured that a lot of people were used to male dwarves, and having one or two lady dwarves would change things up a little. Plus the idea of a tiny dwarf lady with a huge battleaxe rearing for war was an amusing and exciting image to see.