OOC: oh... teehee?? "How?" Edward asked. "I'll do what I can."
"Yes," Edward replied slowly, his face serious. "What about the term?"
"Alright," Edward said, worry laced in his voice. "Just try to calm down..." OOC: hannahs bedtime, too... yay for 700 am yoga! see yas!! :D
"What is it?" Edward asked, subconsciously tightening his arms around her, pressing her cheek against his silk shirt. "Is... is it John?"
"Do you know what I mean?" Edward asked quietly, moving his lips to her other cheek, his fingers tangled in her hair.
"Well, you don't have to tell me what you're thinking," Edward murmured, tilting his head to kiss her cheek softly, letting his lips linger on her skin.
"About what?" Edward asked, trailing his fingers through her hair. "Anything you wish to vocalize? Or should I just... look for myself?"
"Shaking, are we?" Edward smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I haven't even done anything yet."
"Hmm," Edward chuckled. "There are plenty of things I could to make you feel more... human."
"I don't intend to change you, love," Edward sighed. "I just want to get rid of this lycan business, something you don't deserve. I'm not saying you deserve what... what you are. Neither of us do, but we cannot change it. I don't care if you have to kill people to live, Hannah; it doesn't bother me, doesn't make me afraid or sad... I love you anyway."
"Hey," Edward sighed, tightening his grip on her hand. "Don't you trust me? Don't you have any faith in my that I can help?"
Edward felt immediate pity and anger clog his throat, but he swallowed and cleared it, reaching to touch her hand tentatively. "I'll fix it," he managed to whisper. "Everything, I promise."
"Of course," Edward said softly. "But that doesn't matter now; it's over and done with, nothing I can change. I will still do what I can to stop John from hurting you... permanently."
"Not at all," Edward said quickly, glancing over at her. "I believe you... and what you say I can go by... it may bother me, but I trust you both, for some reason."
"I said I can understand his anger," Edward reiterated slowly, looking out the window of the carriage. "That's what I say."
"I've already understood what John feels," Edward replied. "I'm not very angry... I just think that I'm more jealous than upset right now; he... Lestat is not a bad person; he just makes me so..." He faded off, his hands clenching into fists.
Edward clenched his jaw tight for a moment, and then tried to relax every muscle in his body; he did a very poor job. "I'm just..." he began, and then stopped, clearing his throat. "I'm just going to assume whatever he did what to help you," he finished.
Edward slipped his arm under her shoulders, lifting her face close to his. "What kind of kiss?" he whispered.
Edward swallowed a small groan. "Kissed you how?" he managed after a moment.
Edward sighed, shifting his weight so her head rested on his stomach. "Okay," he said reluctantly, his fingers absentmindedly touching her hair. "It bothers me, I guess I should let it go..."
