๐—จ๐—ป๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ; Alice Cullen

๐—จ๐—ป๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ; Alice Cullen
Elysia Mikaelson, the original and most powerful witch, has spent centuries feeling unwanted, a mere weapon in her family's grasp. After a heartbreaking betrayal and an ultimatum from a powerful entity, she fled New Orleans, seeking refuge and a new identity in Forks, Washington. There, she found love and acceptance with Alice Cullen, building a life free from the toxic grasp of her past. But now, after 12 years of peace, the Mikaelsons are coming, and Elysia must confront the family she escaped to protect the one she built. Will the bonds of a thousand-year-old family prove unbreakable, or will Elysia and the Cullens stand strong against the original vampires?

The misty air of Forks, Washington, clung to the ancient trees, a perpetual embrace of green and gray. Inside the sprawling, modern Cullen home, a soft groan escaped Elysia's lips as she stirred, snuggling deeper into the warmth beside her. Alice, ever the early riser, had shifted, her cool skin a familiar comfort.

"Ely, are you awake?" Alice's voice, a soft murmur, barely disturbed the quiet. A frown touched her lips as she peered closer at her wife, whose face was buried in the crook of her neck. Elysia's breath, warm and steady, was a soothing rhythm.

Elysia mumbled, her arms tightening around Alice's bare waist, pulling her even closer, "Normally, you wouldn't ask a sleeping person that if you have no intentions to wake them."

Alice let out a soft, sheepish laugh, a smile blooming on her face as she lovingly held Elysia closer. "I'm sorry. I'm still getting used to the idea of having a mate who sleeps. Not that I don't mindโ€”I love youโ€”and you're cute to admire when you sleep."

"You watch me sleep?" Elysia's voice was muffled, a hint of playful warning in her tone. "You better not pull an Edward on me, Alice Cullen."

Alice's soft laughter filled the room, her hand intertwining with Elysia's. In the quiet morning, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside faded. But the world had a way of intruding, even into the most peaceful of moments.

๐—จ๐—ป๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ; Alice Cullen