Isabella Marie Swan ✴ &quot;Stella&quot;

"You are going to have a disturbing amount of fun, Whistle," Alice tells him.

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Alice—make that Whistle, sure, he likes that one—beams.

"Bella gets me the best presents. Bella, you get me the best presents."

He can hug Bella, right? He is going to hug Bella.

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Of course he can hug Bella. And Bella hugs him back, too.

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"Is there anything else you wanted prophesied? That is here in this universe?" Alice asks.

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"I dunno, is there?"

The only concern Whistle has for the future is how much hug he can pack into the next ten seconds. Snuggle snuggle.

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"I didn't think there was, but actually, is it a bad idea to bring Whistle with me to talk to Bella?" asks Bella.

"Far as I can see, no disaster, just Edward looking constipated," says Alice.

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(Whistle giggles.)

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"And near as I can tell he would be doing that even if it were only me," Bella says. "Okay. Thanks, Alice!"

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"No problem! You have fun and disturbing amounts of fun, respectively!"

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"Always," says Whistle, and impulsively blows Alice a kiss.

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Alice snorts.

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"This way," says Bella.

The throne room is as before, containing assorted persons. "Hi!" Bella greets her fellow empress. "Brought an extra guest this time around."

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And lo, Edward does indeed look constipated.

"What is his name?" asks the dark woman in the sari-type outfit who's lurking next to Golden Bella. She's casually talking over a nearby conversation, like she doesn't expect anyone else in the room to pay attention to her besides the Bellas.

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"Whistle," suggests Whistle, helpfully. Because that's the less confusing one, right?

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"He can see me?" hisses the dark woman. "Too many people can see me." She creeps behind the local Empress. "And that's not a name."

"...She'd prefer his real name, at any rate" Golden Bella says. "She would strongly prefer it, and I would strongly prefer to keep her happy."

"Oh, she's doing that thing again," says someone in the corner to the person sitting next to him. "Let's go do something interesting." His companion agrees and they leave the room.

Edited Date: 2013-01-14 02:41 am (UTC)

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"That's probably not going to be doable," says Stellar Bella slowly.

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"Yeah, there's kinda no such thing," says Whistle, rubbing the back of his head. "Call me whatever you want, or don't, but names aren't really my deal."

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"What Allirea wants to call you," says Golden Bella, "is whatever it says on your licitly obtained birth certificate or your driver's license or your passport - the first name, at least. She's got a personal vendetta against nicknames. It's usually just worth accommodating her. She calls me Isabella, which no one else does."

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"She can call me anything," says Whistle, "up to and including 'fuck you', except that."

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Allirea hisses, and then suddenly everyone else in the room glances her way. "Emperor," she says in a low voice.

Empress Bella does not look happy. "Er. Bella. Is there some obvious solution I'm missing that will keep yours and mine both happy? Edward, silence till my say-so or an emergency."

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"Does she have to call him anything? Give her the day off?" Bella says.

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Edward shakes his head, which is apparently not covered by the "silence" instruction, and Allirea hisses again.

"What is it?" Bella murmurs to Edward, and he whispers in her ear. She frowns, and replies. "No. She might not come back if I send her away annoyed. It'd be one thing if he were just anyone, but he can see her. I'd lose the ability to split my guard till I found another suitable witch."

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Alice snarls wordlessly. Except to the two people in this room who can read his mind, and will be able to tell that he stopped himself from saying out loud, You can fucking try to go ripping through my head for that asshole's name.

He wants to cry, or hit something, or set something on fire. He feels violated in advance.

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