why wouldn't you waste death ?
why wouldn't you waste death?
twilight/hp crossover.
jasper & alice. implied jasper/padma.
pg.
( i couldn't get this sequel to "ocean breathes salty" out of my head,
so i got up from sleep and wrote it. aha. don't really like it right now.
we'll see how i feel about it tomorrow. )
"Why'd you do it, Alice." He stares right through her.
"It had to be done." She doesn't want to let him know she's beginning to regret it.
"What do you mean?" His words are slow and acidic.
"Jasper... you come from two different worlds."
"Because that's stranger than coming from two different times."
"She's a witch."
"And I can't breathe."
He pays little attention to the ballerina-like way she pirouettes around him.
It isn't beautiful anymore.
"You're a murderer, Alice." Thwarted love and heated anger coarse through him like surging electric currents.
"No, Jasper. I am scorned." She wants to cry -- he can feel it. He can sense her pain and anguish like a snake slithering across his skin.
It's at this moment he nearly breaks, nearly falls back into the habit of coaxing Alice when she's troubled.
Then he remembers the lifeless body of Padma laying amidst the grass.
He hardens.
"Why, Jasper." She's whispering now.
He looks away, though he can feel Alice's eyes boring dark holes into his soul.
"Why? I did nothing wrong. I loved you. I love you. You broke my heart..."
"And that suddenly gives you the right to take her away from me?!"
Alice gasps, shaken by the ferocity of his voice.
"What Padma and I had, Alice... I don't care if you and I stayed together for another two centuries. It just wouldn't compare."
He ignores the sound of her heart cracking, slowly, like an ill-fated glacier.
"I see." She flutters gracefully down to the floor.
"... It's all my fault then, Jasper. Of course. I'm a murderer, you're a saint. It all makes sense."
Jasper is silent.
"When I saw the two of you together..."
Alice's gaze hovers over her own bare feet for a few seconds, before she looks up at him.
"I died."
For the second time.
Those two syllables hurt him more than anything she's said so far, and he almost wants to apologize for making love to Padma on the eve of Alice's birthday.
Almost.
twilight/hp crossover.
jasper & alice. implied jasper/padma.
pg.
( i couldn't get this sequel to "ocean breathes salty" out of my head,
so i got up from sleep and wrote it. aha. don't really like it right now.
we'll see how i feel about it tomorrow. )
"Why'd you do it, Alice." He stares right through her.
"It had to be done." She doesn't want to let him know she's beginning to regret it.
"What do you mean?" His words are slow and acidic.
"Jasper... you come from two different worlds."
"Because that's stranger than coming from two different times."
"She's a witch."
"And I can't breathe."
He pays little attention to the ballerina-like way she pirouettes around him.
It isn't beautiful anymore.
"You're a murderer, Alice." Thwarted love and heated anger coarse through him like surging electric currents.
"No, Jasper. I am scorned." She wants to cry -- he can feel it. He can sense her pain and anguish like a snake slithering across his skin.
It's at this moment he nearly breaks, nearly falls back into the habit of coaxing Alice when she's troubled.
Then he remembers the lifeless body of Padma laying amidst the grass.
He hardens.
"Why, Jasper." She's whispering now.
He looks away, though he can feel Alice's eyes boring dark holes into his soul.
"Why? I did nothing wrong. I loved you. I love you. You broke my heart..."
"And that suddenly gives you the right to take her away from me?!"
Alice gasps, shaken by the ferocity of his voice.
"What Padma and I had, Alice... I don't care if you and I stayed together for another two centuries. It just wouldn't compare."
He ignores the sound of her heart cracking, slowly, like an ill-fated glacier.
"I see." She flutters gracefully down to the floor.
"... It's all my fault then, Jasper. Of course. I'm a murderer, you're a saint. It all makes sense."
Jasper is silent.
"When I saw the two of you together..."
Alice's gaze hovers over her own bare feet for a few seconds, before she looks up at him.
"I died."
For the second time.
Those two syllables hurt him more than anything she's said so far, and he almost wants to apologize for making love to Padma on the eve of Alice's birthday.
Almost.