PLUVIOPHILE
noun
One who loves rain;
one who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days

My dearest darling Eros!
My joy of life!
My warmth of the sun!
Take my hand and ignite me with life
as for I will become your breath and
your soul.

—synopsis

Do you know that feeling when you swear to yourself that you will be more thankful the next time? When your nose is so clogged, and you can barely breathe – only then you weakly state that you will be so thankful as soon as you are able to breathe in and out without obstacles. But when the time comes, you quickly forget about the promise you made, and you go on about your day.

Do you know the feeling when you swear to yourself that you will be more thankful the next time, but that time never comes? You are left with the promise, hanging on a thread, reminding you of a time when everything was different, when everything was fine. 

And she didn't believe in omens, in astrology, in miracles. She didn't believe that something up there, somewhere, was weaving her life into a little blanket. That every row was a new beginning or an end. That every stitch was a different moment and if the stitch was too loose – a mistake. Because if that was the case – the little blanket had too many holes to begin with.

Noelle believed she was just a cruel joke. A girl, who can't touch anyone. A girl, who can't be touched. She felt the irony when she first found out that she would always be alone. From her childhood, she innocently wished to have a big family, to be a mother to many children, to bake beautiful cakes for their birthdays, to watch them grow and let them into life. 

To love and to be loved. To feel the gentle caress on your cheek. To curl up against your beloved and breathe in the heart-warming scent which indicates – you are safe. To share warmth and coldness. To be able to say these words – from this day forward until death do us part. 

All of this was just a distant dream, a recurring reminder that she would never have this life. And what was she left to do than just live on?

Because of her condition and the repeated accidents, Noelle's parents decided to move into a little town that wasn't even marked on most of the maps. The dreadful weather was the reason why there weren't many people living there. But it meant a new beginning. It was an escape from a big city, from people, from the stench into a quiet haven surrounded by deep forests and dark secrets. 

And rain. 

And how much he despised the rain. It seemed like the rain in this cursed little city was flowing in from all directions. It made him shiver with coldness and he despised feeling the shivers moving around his body. 

When this little town was a haven for the rest of his family, he felt trapped in there. Trapped by the dreadful weather, by the same people, by the same conflicts, by peace. And even if he could just leave – he never did. He was bound to his family, bound to his care, knowing he would never find people like them anywhere else. 

He was too erratic; he couldn't stay in one place for more than a few seconds like the rest of his family. He didn't have the stillness, he didn't know how to mask his thoughts, how to mask his behavior. Always pacing, always with a thought on the tip of his tongue. Always disagreed with his family when the conversation would turn to love.

Eros didn't want to fall in love. 

It terrified him, the vulnerability. Watching his family, and finding the love for their souls, drove him insane. To be this vulnerable. To show what was underneath his skin. To show what was brewing in his mind. His past. 

Why do you even need love? In the end, you are always left alone. Alone with your hatred, with your fears and your dreams. Alone with yourself. Alone again. 

But he didn't know what it meant to be alone with her. Drown in her quietness, in her pain, in her dreams. To dream about her, to reach for her, to search for her. How does it feel to shoot an arrow into your own heart after swearing to never do it again?

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t h e c a s t

noelle blanchet
human; allergic to human touch, pluviophile

(portrayed by Marine Vacth)

eros cullen
half-human half-vampire; gifted; heliophile

(portrayed by Evan Peters)

Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Blanchet
Audrey Tautou as Sophie Blanchet
May Calamawy as Amara
others as described
and the respectful cast of Twilight
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I know you
I swear I've seen your face before
Must be true

AUTHOR SPEAKS! — I am sure some of you remember the same book I wrote in 2021 where Noelle was paired with Jasper. After rereading it, I have decided I want to do something different with the character I have created and the Twilight universe. So, we have a new remade book with our dearest Noelle and a new addition to the Cullen family - Eros. I think adding someone new to the Olympic clan is interesting, especially a so-called hybrid. So, in this book Jasper is paired with Alice and all the other pairs are the same as in the universe. AND NO JASPER PAST BULLSHIT. Let's give him a decent backstory, shall we?

DYNAMICS! — Now, I purposely didn't write much about Eros' past and the meeting with the Cullens, to keep it interesting. I think you will be pleased with a new addition to the Olympic clan and with the new dynamics it will provide. And he is played by Evan Peters, I mean...

DISCLAIMER! — Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. The added characters and the plot modifications are mine.

AUTHOR'S RIGHTS! — You are not allowed to use, republish or translate this book without my permission.

WARNINGS! — This book will include: strong language, violence, graphic topics, mentions of overdose and self-harm, mental issues, death, sexual assault, trauma, questions about faith, psychological terms, psychopathic behaviour, medical terms and issues, and indications about sexual content.

ADDITIONAL INFO! — English is not my first language, so mistakes are going to appear. Please point them out!

DEDICATIONS! — MysticPsyche_ runlikeh3ll deitaes xostelena
and to all of you who are reading this book!

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