Master of the Universe

I am still in shock from the ending of the last chapter of the amazing Master of the Universe. I’m still surprised over the pregnancy revelation from the chapter before it, actually.

Icy has masterfully lured us into a false sense of security. She has rendered a solid foundation for their relationship with more open communication between them than ever before. We have seen the growth of a mutual trust that was shining through just mere moments ago it seems. I had gotten to a place where the things that I feared for this couple were external – fears for Charlie, worries about James – and my confidence in the security of Edward and Bella’s relationship was unwavering. Then bam! Kudos, Icy. Really.

Along comes a little blip, and it’s so much more than a blip on the radar; it is change and a responsibility that neither are ready for. It is a loss of control that our Fifty can simply not comprehend at this juncture in his life. He has so little faith in himself and this pregnancy has caused his faith in Bella to falter too. My heart breaks.

This is such a shock for them both and I know all too well how Edward feels unworthy of love and has fears that run much deeper than most about his ability to be a father, but nevertheless his reaction hurt. I know that it is all based on his own fear – Bella could see that when he exploded:

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“You think I’m ready to be a father?” His voice catches, and it’s a mixture of rage and panic.

And it all becomes clear, the fear and loathing writ large in his eyes – his rage is that of a powerless adolescent. Oh Fifty, I am so sorry. It’s a shock for me too.

Add Edward’s drunken evening with Irina to the mix and everything is shaken. It's so sad to see him fall back to a place where he would seek her out as someone to lean on. I really hope that he just bumped into her somewhere.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been so scared for this couple. During their separation *shudders at the memory* the following song was often in my mind, and here it is again:

"All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight
Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right
This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long
Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could
First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything
The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned
The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love

And I don't know where to look
My words just break and melt
Please just save me from this darkness"

I never thought I would see this pair at such odds again. *sniffs* Come on, Edward. Bella and the Blip need you.

Anyone want a hug? You can come sing Come What May with Ange and me if you like…

*hugs*

Not that I need to tell you, but you can find MotU on Icy's blog: http://50shades.com/ 

Rhian

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Breaking Dawn

Mmm, feathers…

Well, as you all know and are undoubtedly as frustrated with as I am, Stephenie left us with the ‘fade-to-black’ love-scene in Breaking Dawn. However, I thought that this banner based on a sneak peak of a Breaking Dawn scene in the new film needed a little less of the fading and a bit more EPOV…

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I felt a growl rumble through my chest. My cool breath leaving my body and blowing Bella’s hair, pimpling her flesh as it whispered over her skin.

It was too much. It was all too much.

Bella’s heart beat a rapid tattoo against my chest and I felt as though my own had started beating again. Impossible, I know, but I was sensation itself; the pulsating pleasure coursing through me was a glorious torment I could barely fathom, changing everything, consuming every thought. I had no idea…

My senses were overwrought, bombarded, staggered. Bella’s heat steamed the space around us – I could feel it on my skin.

The sound of our heaving breaths and moans echoed in the large room; Bella’s heart and blood and whimpers playing a tantalizing chorus to my ears.

The smell of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the perfect scent of her blood. It was devastating. The wrecking ball on that first day had nothing on this. This was powerful and awoke something entirely different in me.

I’d never felt more human. I’d never felt more animal.

My mind could grasp only one thought: Bella, my love.

I hope you liked it, a bit of a different post today.

Rhian

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Eclipse

Hello All,

I have had the worst day and thought that some romance was in order so, continuing with the canon theme, here is a little Eclipsing.

Let's set the mood:

One of my favourite things about Edward is his willingness to sacrifice his happiness for Bella's, I find it magical that someone can love another so much that they truly put them first. Yes, I do know that they are fictional characters (I hope I'm not bursting anyone's bubble there lol) but to think that love like that exists in real life is a wondrous thing.

But even more beautiful is when Edward, for once in his very long and previously empty life, gets exactly what he desires. That smile... 

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I reached for the ring, but his long fingers beat me there. He took my left hand in his, and slid the ring into place on my third finger. He held my hand out, and we both examined the oval sparkling against my skin. It wasn’t quite as awful as I’d feared, having it there.

“A perfect fit,” he said indifferently. “That’s nice — saves me a trip to the jewellers.”

I could hear some strong emotion burning under the casual tone of his voice, and I stared up at his face. It was there in his eyes, too, visible despite the careful nonchalance of his expression.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked suspiciously, fluttering my fingers.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure,” he said, still casual. “It looks very nice on you.”

I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered just under the surface. He gazed back, and the casual pretence suddenly slipped away. He was glowing — his angel’s face brilliant with joy and victory. He was so glorious that it knocked me breathless.

Before I could catch that breath, he was kissing me, his lips exultant. I was light-headed when he moved his mouth to whisper in my ear — but his breathing was just as ragged as mine.

“Yes, I like it. You have no idea.”

I laughed, gasping a little. “I believe you.”

I'm not very original today, but I hope that you like the banner.

Rhian

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New Moon

My Twilight canon phase continues this week. I recently started reading Ithaca is Gorges by giselle-lx, a rec from my good friend songster, and this banner came into being.

My heart is Edwards and it often breaks for him. I feel that I know him so well as I as an avid reader of Midnight Sun. But never does it hurt more than when he leaves Bella in New Moon; I can barely imagine his pain. He destroys his own happiness, thinking that he is sacrificing himself for his love when he's really wounding them both.

The most poignant moments of Stephenie Meyers' writing for me, it the outtake EPOV of Edward finding out the (mistaken) news that Bella is dead:

http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/pdf/nm_extras_rosalie.pdf

It gets me every time. The strong and infallible vampire loses his quick thinking mind, he moves like an old man unsure of his actions, out of control in his utter desolation... *tears*

Giselle offers an EPOV of the whole of New Moon and brings Edward's feelings to life so well that his pain is tangible and my heart breaks even more. There is also Carlisle POV that serves to describe what Edward can't in his own pain, giving an outside perspective of Edward's grief, while he shares in his son's grief.

If you want to check out this story you can find here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4988866/1/

Sorry if I'm sharing my emo.

Love

Rhian

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Twilight

It is what it’s all about, right? Twilight: where all this began – a boy and a girl. Edward and Bella. I am feeling the Twi-vibe this week and felt like stretching some creative muscles. Twilight and Twilight FanFiction and this crazy world of truly amazing people from all over the globe have been my haven for the last year.

This post is for anyone who has ever said a kind word and made me smile.

The Meadow

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Be Safe

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If you look at my little blog and aren't already a Twitter friend, please leave a comment so that I know who you are. I would like to know you all.

Rhian

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Pistols and Petticoats

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"You don't remember me, do you?" She asked, her voice like honey washing over him. It eased some of the tension in his shoulders and back, allowing him to breathe more easy. He didn't look up, but he could feel her gaze burning his skin.

"I know who you are, Isabella Swan." Of course he knew who she was. She was the brave pig-tailed girl he used to dream about as a young boy. She was the pretty teenager he had seen at the river, crying after the death of her mother from the same fever that took his parents. She was the beautiful woman he would look for, yet hide from, on his monthly visits into town. Of course he knew who Isabella Swan was.

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With a chilling back drop of racial hatred and a disgraceful disregard for basic human rights a young woman faces the fists of her father on a daily basis. It is a life Isabella has come to know well, but it is no life at all. Her only hope for escape is to become the mistress of the wealthy and cruel Michael Newton who lords over the town of Deadwood as if he owns it.

Isabella knows that she could not bear such an existence and that his hands would be no gentler than her fathers and so she runs away in fear. She doesn’t get far as the perils of the journey become too much but a handsome stranger comes to her aid.

Edward, son to a white father and an Indian mother, is a social outcast; feared and shunned. He is forced to live a solitary existence forging his livelihood in the lonely outback. His life is predictable, offering no meaning other than respecting the memory of his beloved parents whose love he must now live without.

He cannot bear to see her suffering and does everything in his power to gain her freedom and take her away from her dreadful life. With an impromptu marriage and a strained beginning to their life together, they both find more than they had bargained for. With the first hint of kindness that either has experienced in many a year, they cross racial lines and find solace in each other. Gentle hands and gentle words are gentle, no matter their origin. Love doesn’t have a colour and Bella isn’t bound by the ignorance of those around her.

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Edward slowly lowered himself beside Isabella, relaxing into the soft mattress beneath him, glad to no longer be on the hard, cold floor…  Stretching, Edward froze as his foot brushed Isabella's bare leg under the blankets, and the situation suddenly became clear in his mind. He was in a bed, beside Isabella, and she was only wearing a night shirt. He hadn't thought of the implications when he accepted her offer to share.

Both of them lay beside each other, stiff as boards, shoulders touching, as the sound of their breathing filled the silent bedroom.

"Good night," Isabella whispered.

"Mmm hmmm," Edward affirmed, tightening his hands into fists, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her into his embrace, to bury his face in her hair, to kiss her until they were both left breathless, to truly claim her as his.

Edward lay awake for a long time after Isabella succumbed to sleep. It was like his body was connected to hers, every breathy moan, every shift of her sleeping body made Edward's stomach tighten. He was a coiled spring just waiting to break.

However, Mr Newton is not accustomed to the word ‘no’ and the couple must fight for their happiness. Is their love enough the give them the strength that they'll need? When life is cruel, you can find safety in love.

Now complete, find Pistols and Petticoats by saltire884 on FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6294495/1/Pistols_and_Petticoats. 

Rhian

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