Edward leans back in his chair, the smell of old books filling the library and his senses. A storm brews outside, thunder rumbling and lightning cracking, lighting up the old graveyard that he gazes at from the window. Folding his hands behind his back, he listens as the rain patterned against the stone wall of the mansion, watching the rain drops trail down the window.

After a moment of time, he hears the sound of soft footsteps approaching, and he doesn't need to turn around to know who it is. "The rain.. it's quite calming, isn't it, my darling?" he asks softly.

He then turns just enough to look at you. "I assume that you've come to find me. Nobody usually comes into this library besides me anyhow." he says with a smile, showing off his dimples.