he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar [the only reason i keep wishing on a wishing star]
» Patience
"Shhh," Jasper soothed, reaching over and laying his hand against Alice's arm. She stilled almost immediately, her agitated bouncing trickling off to nothingness. "Be patient, Alice, we'll be there soon enough."
She looked over at him and her mouth turned down into a pout, her eyes pleading and desolate. "What if they say no? I can't see that."
Jasper laughed softly and the sound echoed around Alice, warming her from her fingers to her toes. Still, she stopped in front of him and put her hands on her hips, glowering up at him with her most intimidating stare. Her eyes were rimmed in a soft red that was so pale it was nearly pink, a striking contrast next to the deep and vibrant red of Jasper's.
He laughed again and reached forward tentatively, brushing his fingertips across her cheek. She rose on her tiptoes and leaned up into his touch, forcing more contact. "Patience Alice," he reminded her.
She pouted at him. He was her perfect Southern gentleman and she loved him, but he was so calm and even-keeled. Alice was not perfect and she certainly wasn't calm.
Still smiling he trailed his fingers down her arm until she threaded her fingers through his and burst up to kiss him quickly, dashing out of range lithely but still keeping claim of his hand. She could see the house now, he had been right. It wasn't far at all.
Her smile grew with every step until she was bouncing again, tripping up the steps like a tiny whirlwind as Jasper walked slower behind her, his steps slower, calmer, her utter opposite. He stopped at the foot of the stairs; she was already at the door, rapping smartly with her tiny fist.
She looked behind her and smiled at him. Her Jasper. "Come on, Jasper," she nudged, giving him a look until he stepped up to stand by her.
The smile was practically blinding when the door opened. Opportunity knocks after all.
And Jasper was wrong, she was plenty patient. She waited for him after all.
"Shhh," Jasper soothed, reaching over and laying his hand against Alice's arm. She stilled almost immediately, her agitated bouncing trickling off to nothingness. "Be patient, Alice, we'll be there soon enough."
She looked over at him and her mouth turned down into a pout, her eyes pleading and desolate. "What if they say no? I can't see that."
Jasper laughed softly and the sound echoed around Alice, warming her from her fingers to her toes. Still, she stopped in front of him and put her hands on her hips, glowering up at him with her most intimidating stare. Her eyes were rimmed in a soft red that was so pale it was nearly pink, a striking contrast next to the deep and vibrant red of Jasper's.
He laughed again and reached forward tentatively, brushing his fingertips across her cheek. She rose on her tiptoes and leaned up into his touch, forcing more contact. "Patience Alice," he reminded her.
She pouted at him. He was her perfect Southern gentleman and she loved him, but he was so calm and even-keeled. Alice was not perfect and she certainly wasn't calm.
Still smiling he trailed his fingers down her arm until she threaded her fingers through his and burst up to kiss him quickly, dashing out of range lithely but still keeping claim of his hand. She could see the house now, he had been right. It wasn't far at all.
Her smile grew with every step until she was bouncing again, tripping up the steps like a tiny whirlwind as Jasper walked slower behind her, his steps slower, calmer, her utter opposite. He stopped at the foot of the stairs; she was already at the door, rapping smartly with her tiny fist.
She looked behind her and smiled at him. Her Jasper. "Come on, Jasper," she nudged, giving him a look until he stepped up to stand by her.
The smile was practically blinding when the door opened. Opportunity knocks after all.
And Jasper was wrong, she was plenty patient. She waited for him after all.