LOG oo1; Jasper and Crysta...wherever they happen to be.

[feelingthirsty]

Who: Jasper and Crysta
What: discussing Beowulf in class
When: ...you know, I'm not actually sure
Where: a university classroom in Chicago
Info: In which Crysta is nearly late to class and, Jasper is a grumpbucket, but he could be worse.

Who: Jasper, Crysta, and a very foolish mugger
What: a mugger has a very bad night
When: later that night,

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[feelingthirsty]

Jasper couldn't feel the pain winding its way through Crysta's chest, but he could see it written plain as day in the downward cast of her eyes and the way she pulled her hand from his grasp. That was to be expected; he shouldn't have flirted with her as he had. What wasn't expected was the stabbing thickness in his own heart, which was just a useless lump of unmoving muscle these days anyway.

It was difficult not to reach out and comfort her, physically if he couldn't use his abilities. Bad as that idea was, he really didn't like seeing people in pain, especially ones he cared for. And he did care for Crysta. Even if he ended up hurting her irreparably and they never spoke again, he knew he'd continue caring now that he'd started. It was a character flaw, a curse he'd lived with since he was human himself. Better to avoid humans entirely and avoid the heartache they inevitably caused, and that he inevitably caused them. Easier.

He withdrew his hand to his own lap, trying not to look at it. He could still feel the warmth. Her warmth. He was going to have to stop this now, before he got addicted. He wasn't very good at controlling his addictions.

"It's going to be dark soon." The sun was low over the horizon, partially hidden behind the tops of the forest on the other side of the river. His vision barely changed at all in the darkness, but he knew hers did. They should be getting back.

[crystamaye]

Dark. Yes, he was right. The rosy glow of the sun as it began to lower was a good indication, but she really didn't want to leave. It was just her and Jasper, secluded in this bubble almost. But bubbles eventually popped.

So nodding, she glanced towards the horizon, the odd hues the sun was throwing off washing over her face. "It is." She agreed, but didn't say anything about leaving. A small, desperate part of her, wanted to hold on to this, just for a little longer.