[twilight] Statues: Volume XVI
Title: All the Time in the World
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Reality has made him in a fool, a pawn fallen for a queen in a game he knows how to cheat. [twilight au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. To witness something new after 163 years is exhilarating to the point of pain.
A human among vampires, living - laughing - as though this were normal. Her smile, the genuine happiness she brings out in all of them, should help placate the raging beast inside him. Instead it seethes, hardened to diamond after so many decades alone. It growls and it bucks and it rakes its claws along Jasper’s skull, shearing away the sanity.
There’s so much love he can’t take it. It smothers the room, eclipsing doubts and fears and rationality. Like rope, grainy and primitive, it wraps itself around his neck and pulls taut until the only options left are kill or be killed.
He sows the seeds where the sun can’t reach them. Over her bed, he whispers his name into the shell of her ear and cushions her in ease, elation. Then he says Edward’s and the fear he injects is like bubbles of air, silently bursting apart her heart.
Soon she smiles less, is reluctant to fold her palm into Edward’s. When he kisses her, she darts away so that he only catches half her lips - and then she laughs hollowly, as if it’s only a silly mistake. Moments later her eyes flicker to Jasper’s and something like confusion floods out of her, guilt and fear and need.
In another life, perhaps it would be different. If fate had taken another turn at the crossroads, Jasper might not be so attuned to the empty chasm of his chest. Watching Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rosalie, Edward and Bella might not feel like torture - strapped to a chair, eyes pried open, forced to witness everything you could never have.
They fall away, with Bella in his arms, shattered, scared and lusting. He holds her a bit too tightly, fingertips driving into her hips, as he slowly loses the last shreds of his humanity - and clings with all the life he hasn’t got, to salvage hers.
Title: For Tonight I’ll Lay Here With You
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: His life is nothing if not an exercise in atonement. [new moon au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
“I don’t think this is fixing me,” she says, curled into his side. There is no barrier of a blanket between them; she shivers, spots of cold raised along her arms. He pulls her to him by her waist, mindful of her glass ribcage.
“I know.” Everyone knows.
His arms around her hold her together. She keeps a feeble shape, while her heart beats louder and the timbre jostles her into more splintered pieces. The moment he leaves, they’ll fall softly to the sheets, then be blown under her bed by the breeze of the open window. Over broken floorboards, above a lullaby that no longer plays.
He shifts when he cannot smell the salt on her cheeks anymore. Her hand darts to his, pulling him closer until neither can feel the warm air between their bodies - only the frost spiraling out from both of them.
She brushes her lips along his knuckles and sighs, “Stay a little longer.”
“Until?” he asks.
Her eyes flutter closed, her lips pricking his shoulder when she says, “Until you get hungry.”
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: Reality has made him in a fool, a pawn fallen for a queen in a game he knows how to cheat. [twilight au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. To witness something new after 163 years is exhilarating to the point of pain.
A human among vampires, living - laughing - as though this were normal. Her smile, the genuine happiness she brings out in all of them, should help placate the raging beast inside him. Instead it seethes, hardened to diamond after so many decades alone. It growls and it bucks and it rakes its claws along Jasper’s skull, shearing away the sanity.
There’s so much love he can’t take it. It smothers the room, eclipsing doubts and fears and rationality. Like rope, grainy and primitive, it wraps itself around his neck and pulls taut until the only options left are kill or be killed.
He sows the seeds where the sun can’t reach them. Over her bed, he whispers his name into the shell of her ear and cushions her in ease, elation. Then he says Edward’s and the fear he injects is like bubbles of air, silently bursting apart her heart.
Soon she smiles less, is reluctant to fold her palm into Edward’s. When he kisses her, she darts away so that he only catches half her lips - and then she laughs hollowly, as if it’s only a silly mistake. Moments later her eyes flicker to Jasper’s and something like confusion floods out of her, guilt and fear and need.
In another life, perhaps it would be different. If fate had taken another turn at the crossroads, Jasper might not be so attuned to the empty chasm of his chest. Watching Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rosalie, Edward and Bella might not feel like torture - strapped to a chair, eyes pried open, forced to witness everything you could never have.
They fall away, with Bella in his arms, shattered, scared and lusting. He holds her a bit too tightly, fingertips driving into her hips, as he slowly loses the last shreds of his humanity - and clings with all the life he hasn’t got, to salvage hers.
Title: For Tonight I’ll Lay Here With You
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Bella Swan
Rating: PG
Summary: His life is nothing if not an exercise in atonement. [new moon au][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
“I don’t think this is fixing me,” she says, curled into his side. There is no barrier of a blanket between them; she shivers, spots of cold raised along her arms. He pulls her to him by her waist, mindful of her glass ribcage.
“I know.” Everyone knows.
His arms around her hold her together. She keeps a feeble shape, while her heart beats louder and the timbre jostles her into more splintered pieces. The moment he leaves, they’ll fall softly to the sheets, then be blown under her bed by the breeze of the open window. Over broken floorboards, above a lullaby that no longer plays.
He shifts when he cannot smell the salt on her cheeks anymore. Her hand darts to his, pulling him closer until neither can feel the warm air between their bodies - only the frost spiraling out from both of them.
She brushes her lips along his knuckles and sighs, “Stay a little longer.”
“Until?” he asks.
Her eyes flutter closed, her lips pricking his shoulder when she says, “Until you get hungry.”