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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[crystamaye]

Crysta noted, with mild amuesement and envy, that even with his hair torn back from being wind swept from his run, jeans frayed and dirtied from brushes against trees and dirt, shirt disheleved and torn from whips of branches, Jasper was of course as always breathtaking to look at it. How he managed to still look like some sort of greek God was beyond her, the clothes hardly changed that fact. And he didn't look particularly tired or worn out, except for the ever present almost blue black circles beneath his eyes. "Are you ever tired?" She asked, always it seemed curious about Jasper

[crystamaye]

Absorbed in the feel of his cool, smooth hand in her own, Crysta almost missed his apology. Their eyes were once more locked together and she rather liked where her hand was at the moment. And considering Jasper hadn't yanked his hand away from her yet, she would happily leave it where it was until he did. He was apologizing, for what

[feelingthirsty]

Of course he could hear it. And it was kind of nice, in a way Jasper knew he shouldn't be enjoying. But it'd been so long since he'd made a human's heartbeat pick up in pleasurable excitement rather than terror, and he rather liked listening to the proof and seeing it in the slight flush of her skin rather than in feeling it for himself.

"I feel everything," he explained with a soft sigh. "Constantly, from everyone. Except for you." He looked up at her from under his hair, where the wind had tugged it into his eyes again. "It's a little like losing your eyesight, if you didn't have eyelids. Talking to you is like talking to a very attractive ghost."

He chastised himself for that, even as he bit back an amused look at the change in her pulse. He hadn't missed that shiver. This was too easy.

[crystamaye]

Everything had seemed to shift off balance since the moment their hands connected. There was electricity, a feeling so intense flowing through her she didn't think it could be possible from just holding hands

[feelingthirsty]

Now it was Jasper's turn to lose track of his thoughts. Her fingers were so warm on his skin, and the scent of her skin was...intoxicating. Surely all of these emotions rushing through him weren't just his own.

"I don't know." His voice was soft as well, his focus distracted by the scant few inches between her fingertips and his nose. This was so dangerous. He was so monstrously thirsty, and she was right here with him, alone and so very, very appealing...

It was all he could do to duck away from her touch, and to turn his head so that he could take in air that wasn't so contaminated by her scent. It was only a brief moment or two before he could give her an apologetic look, accompanied by a gentle squeeze of her hand.

"Careful. I have...indescribably poor self control."

[crystamaye]

There was a moment, as they sat there together, staring into each others eyes as Crysta's fingers rested on his cool cheek, that seemed to her like time froze for them. It was only a few seconds in reality, but it seemed so much longer than that to her.

And then the moment was gone and over, his face turning away from her touch as he took in a deep breath of air. Her hand seemed to float there, where she was once touching him, before she slowly pulled it back to herself, glad though that he still kept his grip on her other hand.

At his apologetic look, she gave him an understanding one instead, her thumb brushing over his knuckles lightly. "I trust you."

[feelingthirsty]

"You shouldn't

[crystamaye]

Always warning her, always trying to scare her off and yet not. She knew he really didn't want to scare her away, but she also knew he did want to protect her, mostly from himself

[feelingthirsty]

"I would tell you you're missing out, but I've seen the youth of your age," Jasper drawled with an amused smile, thoroughly entertained by this. She was embarrassed. Her pulse was pounding in his ears, and it was an oddly pleasing knowledge that he was the source of that, and easier to do when he didn't have to suffer through it too. Unfortunately, he wasn't a tease, and he wasn't cruel. He simply enjoyed having this power over her, without using his power at all

[crystamaye]

He had a good point. Most men these days had no clue how to properly treat a woman. And there was the fact that Crysta was a hopeless romantic due to the many books filled with love stories that she had read

[feelingthirsty]

Perhaps he would have had the time if he hadn't chosen to run off to war instead. He might have settled down with a girl there, raised a family, lived a good life. Sometimes, every now and then, Jasper wished he'd done just that. But not right now

[crystamaye]

The small grin that graced his lips had a wave of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Although she may have been teasing, the prospect of Jasper courting her, of him wanting to, had her cheeks flushing a light pink. "Even so, I'm sure you'd be amazing. And I wouldn't expect you to cook anything either." Not for one second could she imagine Jasper feeling like a boy, especially on account of anything she may have done or said. He always seemed so self assured to her, so confident. Though some of that confidence did seem to allude him when he interacted with her, but now she just figured that had to do with his lack of feeling her

[feelingthirsty]

It was so interesting for Jasper to watch the emotions play across her face without feeling them himself. At least, without feeling most of them. Beauty became something of a secondary feature when your focus in humans shifted from sex to blood, but it did occur to Jasper, as he watched that blush color her face with a small smile, that he'd happened across a very pretty one indeed. It made him feel rather selfish. He only looked the way he did because his appearance was a natural trap set to lure her in, and it was working. Wouldn't she be so much happier spending her time with a boy her own age, rather than with someone old enough to be called an ancestor? And here he was, encouraging her behavior because he was lonely. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her

[crystamaye]

The thing was, Crysta hadn't met a boy her age, and even if she had he wouldn't have been one that interested and kept her as captivated as Jasper did. As much as she told herself, over and over again in her head, to not be an idiot, to not hope and want this, him, she did anyways. She just couldn't help the way she felt when their hands touched like this. God it was pathetic of her, she knew

[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

[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.