Post by Carlisle Cullen on Oct 7, 2009 7:17:42 GMT -5
Carlisle’s smile peaked into a grin as Alice confirmed that they had a good game of ball to look forward to soon. It was one pastime that he loved to spend with his family – he only hoped that the hospital wouldn’t need him that day. He raised an eyebrow at his daughter’s apparent concern for the game to be fair with the inclusion of a group of specially talented vampires.
“That’s okay,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned casually against one of the many thin window frames of the glass-fronted house. “It’ll teach you kids to face up to adversity.”
An amused smile remained constant on Carlisle’s face as he listened to his ‘children’ squabble among themselves. If anyone walked in just then they would be completely justified in thinking that they were a normal family, not vampires incognito – though they might find it a little unusual that they were apparently banned from competitive sports. That, however, was for a good reason. The less attention they brought on themselves, the better and seen as their inherent beauty tended to make them stand out from the crowd, there was no room to excel any further. Academically they were all towards the top of the class, if not the top, but that wasn’t the kind of thing that made people sit up and pay attention in circles of American high schools these days.
He began to imagine a situation in which each of his adoptive children could use their natural talents to excel in their interests, wondering if Emmett would still want to play football knowing that he didn’t even have to try to beat the other team, or whether Edward would want to run track knowing that he could beat them ten times over. His honey coloured eyes flicked to Rosalie as she descended the stairs with the declaration that she was not going to be a cheerleader.
“At least someone in this family has some sense,” he commented, his tone teasingly severe. He cast a warm smile at his ‘elder’ daughter and turned his thoughts half back to the patient he was trying to help whilst allowing the chat to filter over his senses.
“That’s okay,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned casually against one of the many thin window frames of the glass-fronted house. “It’ll teach you kids to face up to adversity.”
An amused smile remained constant on Carlisle’s face as he listened to his ‘children’ squabble among themselves. If anyone walked in just then they would be completely justified in thinking that they were a normal family, not vampires incognito – though they might find it a little unusual that they were apparently banned from competitive sports. That, however, was for a good reason. The less attention they brought on themselves, the better and seen as their inherent beauty tended to make them stand out from the crowd, there was no room to excel any further. Academically they were all towards the top of the class, if not the top, but that wasn’t the kind of thing that made people sit up and pay attention in circles of American high schools these days.
He began to imagine a situation in which each of his adoptive children could use their natural talents to excel in their interests, wondering if Emmett would still want to play football knowing that he didn’t even have to try to beat the other team, or whether Edward would want to run track knowing that he could beat them ten times over. His honey coloured eyes flicked to Rosalie as she descended the stairs with the declaration that she was not going to be a cheerleader.
“At least someone in this family has some sense,” he commented, his tone teasingly severe. He cast a warm smile at his ‘elder’ daughter and turned his thoughts half back to the patient he was trying to help whilst allowing the chat to filter over his senses.