[twilight] Statues: Volume IX
Okay, I'm going completely out of order but I can't help it: Jasper/Bella owns me! They're both AU-ish.
Title: Underneath
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: It hurts to be kept safe. [twilight au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Beneath the table, Bella wound her fingers through his… and he sent a wave of repulsion into her. Her hand snapped back like a bungee cord pulled taut, her lips curling up in a grimace. Angela asked if she was all right. Bella nodded, confused by her own answer.
He drove her home, and she leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Anger suddenly flared in her, hot and fresh frustration. At what, she didn’t know. When the car squealed onto the curb, she hastily thanked him - tone clipped, venomous - and slammed the door shut behind her.
At the graduation party, she stumbled into him the hallway. She took hold of his arms to right herself… and didn’t let go. She watched him, his face obscured in the dim light, his hair faded to muddy blonde and streaked with the reflections of flashing reds, greens. Sadness rippled outward from her chest; her lips fell into a frown, her eyelashes damp. This one he had been saving for the both of them, so they each knew exactly how much it hurt to push her away and push her away.
But Bella’s hands didn’t drop to her sides, nor her shoulders droop with the weight of this misplaced emotion. Instead she gathered the resolve she’d buried deep, where he couldn’t see. She surged up onto the tips of her toes and crushed her lips to his and met his resistance with her own: repulsion faced desire, anger faced ease, melancholy faced euphoria.
Jasper’s fingers wove into her hair and he felt something in him being drawn out - something small, something hidden. He’d pushed and she’d pushed back, and in the explosion between it all, she’d found the survivors of his shipwreck. Maybe there would be more. Maybe this would only slaughter what was left.
In the background, the music pumped, and a tangled web of human frivolity pulsed - and Jasper, lips to Bella’s, feeling passion, didn’t care.
Title: You Saw Her Bathing on the Roof
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah. [new moon au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Leonard Cohen is playing on the radio as she rips at it. A nail snaps, another hangs on her little finger and waits to fall. The song crumbles into white noise when Bella claws at the cables, pulling on them like hair as they snake around her hands and wrists.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch…
“Shut up!”
A sudden tranquility hits her, a softer eddy in a swirling sea. Her bleary eyes focus on the box in her hand: broken, scarred. It’s all the clarity she needs to give a last savage effort. She pulls with all her meager weight and the radio snaps free, fizzing as its veins are severed. Bella tumbles off the seat, out the open door to land in a crumpled mess on the ground. The radio gives a last mournful stutter beside her.
She shakes with all the force of nothing - curled into a ball on the gravel and moving in tiny tremors. Air fills her lungs in floods and draughts, never the right amount. Little rocks pattern her skin like messy lace and the rain weaves itself into her hair; down it drips, curving over her cheeks and turning tart with salt.
It could have been a minute, it could have been a day. The sky is ever-changing shades of grey and the air is thick with moisture. Arms loops beneath her legs and around her waist, pressing damp fabric to her skin, and she’s carried inside.
In the silence between two heartbeats, he lays her on her bed, pushes vines of hair from her eyes. His aren’t the same strain of sunlight she remembers - these are more like bronze, sprinkled with gold dust. Bella presses her lips to the palm of his hand, again and again.
Jasper nods toward the radio on her nightstand - he must have salvaged that too - and asks softly, “You don’t really care for music, do you?”
Title: Underneath
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: It hurts to be kept safe. [twilight au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Beneath the table, Bella wound her fingers through his… and he sent a wave of repulsion into her. Her hand snapped back like a bungee cord pulled taut, her lips curling up in a grimace. Angela asked if she was all right. Bella nodded, confused by her own answer.
He drove her home, and she leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Anger suddenly flared in her, hot and fresh frustration. At what, she didn’t know. When the car squealed onto the curb, she hastily thanked him - tone clipped, venomous - and slammed the door shut behind her.
At the graduation party, she stumbled into him the hallway. She took hold of his arms to right herself… and didn’t let go. She watched him, his face obscured in the dim light, his hair faded to muddy blonde and streaked with the reflections of flashing reds, greens. Sadness rippled outward from her chest; her lips fell into a frown, her eyelashes damp. This one he had been saving for the both of them, so they each knew exactly how much it hurt to push her away and push her away.
But Bella’s hands didn’t drop to her sides, nor her shoulders droop with the weight of this misplaced emotion. Instead she gathered the resolve she’d buried deep, where he couldn’t see. She surged up onto the tips of her toes and crushed her lips to his and met his resistance with her own: repulsion faced desire, anger faced ease, melancholy faced euphoria.
Jasper’s fingers wove into her hair and he felt something in him being drawn out - something small, something hidden. He’d pushed and she’d pushed back, and in the explosion between it all, she’d found the survivors of his shipwreck. Maybe there would be more. Maybe this would only slaughter what was left.
In the background, the music pumped, and a tangled web of human frivolity pulsed - and Jasper, lips to Bella’s, feeling passion, didn’t care.
Title: You Saw Her Bathing on the Roof
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah. [new moon au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
Leonard Cohen is playing on the radio as she rips at it. A nail snaps, another hangs on her little finger and waits to fall. The song crumbles into white noise when Bella claws at the cables, pulling on them like hair as they snake around her hands and wrists.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch…
“Shut up!”
A sudden tranquility hits her, a softer eddy in a swirling sea. Her bleary eyes focus on the box in her hand: broken, scarred. It’s all the clarity she needs to give a last savage effort. She pulls with all her meager weight and the radio snaps free, fizzing as its veins are severed. Bella tumbles off the seat, out the open door to land in a crumpled mess on the ground. The radio gives a last mournful stutter beside her.
She shakes with all the force of nothing - curled into a ball on the gravel and moving in tiny tremors. Air fills her lungs in floods and draughts, never the right amount. Little rocks pattern her skin like messy lace and the rain weaves itself into her hair; down it drips, curving over her cheeks and turning tart with salt.
It could have been a minute, it could have been a day. The sky is ever-changing shades of grey and the air is thick with moisture. Arms loops beneath her legs and around her waist, pressing damp fabric to her skin, and she’s carried inside.
In the silence between two heartbeats, he lays her on her bed, pushes vines of hair from her eyes. His aren’t the same strain of sunlight she remembers - these are more like bronze, sprinkled with gold dust. Bella presses her lips to the palm of his hand, again and again.
Jasper nods toward the radio on her nightstand - he must have salvaged that too - and asks softly, “You don’t really care for music, do you?”