𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 | carlisle cullen

(𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨) enchanted

He was sat on a bench under a large tree, his eyes fixed on the sky just as they had been the previous night. Somehow, even though he didn't look away from the painting of a sky, Estella knew he was aware of her presence and that he had been from the moment she stepped out from the trees.

She walked over as slow as she could possibly make herself which (considering the racing pace of her heart) was not very slow.

Estella sat herself down on the bench a reasonable distance away from him and followed his eyes to the sky. This wasn't as easy to do as she'd hoped. Inside her there was a continuous, burning to stare right at him. She wanted to soak up the details of his face and stare at every curve, every line until it was perfectly imprinted in her mind.

"Walk with me?" He questioned.

Estella nodded instantly, standing in time and following his graceful footsteps as he started to trace the pattern of the lake. Of course it had become aware to her the previous night that he had a certain fluidity to his movements, it had been impossible to miss as they danced together so perfectly. However she hadn't realised that it shadowed even the way that he walked. Estella had never seen someone move so effortlessly, as though the ground beneath his feet was simply glass.

"I knew I had to see you again" he began in his slow and calming voice, "even if it goes against my better judgements"

"Your better judgements?" Estella questioned with a frown.

Carlisle looked at her for what might have been the first time that night, certainly the first time she'd noticed. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't understand. It was there for a moment before he smiled lightly, his eyes absorbing the darkness.

"I assume someone as beautiful as you has a somewhat structured life" he replied carefully.

"Not a structure I'd agree to follow" Estella mused, "Where are you from?"

"From?" Carlisle asked with a small laugh, "We're in Washington, are we not?"

"I talked with the women last night, at the celebration. They said you're not from around here, they would know if you were"

"Would they?" Carlisle laughed again.

"Yes I'm sure of it, I know I wouldn't be able to forget someone like you and the women at the celebration certainly wouldn't forget a face like yours... no wonder they all stopped to watch"

Estella regretted her words slightly as a small almost smirk of a smile dawned over Carlisle's face.

"I think they watched because of how well we moved together" Carlisle stated, "although I am intrigued to what made you think otherwise"

"You're just not like any man I've ever seen before" Estella continued, trying to choose her words as carefully as he evidently was.

"You're right" Carlisle smiled, still casting his eyes sideways at her, "I'm not from around here but the question is a bit more difficult than you phrased it"

"How come?"

"I've been a lot of places" He went on. Estella believed that she would've been able to listen to him talk forever. His voice was incredibly soothing, just as beautiful as he was.

"Where were you born?"

"London" he answered quickly.

"London" Estella gasped before she could stop herself, "that's so far away... you don't sound like you're from London"

"I've lived in Europe most of my life, France briefly and then Italy for the longest"

Estella was stunned. This was mainly because she had never been out of America. In fact she had never even been out of Washington. It wasn't something she thought about too often yet as Carlisle spoke of Europe she felt that she was missing more than she could understand.