|The Subtle Grace of Gravity
Author: Eurgh PM
... 'Where did you learn to dance' He murmurs. 'It’s all in the leading.' She replies softly as he resumes his humming.... A series of one-shots, detailing the lives of Alice and Jasper from the day they meet.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Alice & Jasper - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,929 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 12-08-08 - Published: 11-21-08 - id: 4668864
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Hello! This is just a little JasperxAlice drabble. Like 500 words. In twenty minutes. Haha. The title is from the song "You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound, which is an amazing song for my favorite couple. You should probably listen to it at some point. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little drabble!
Disclaimer : I do not own Twilight, or The Hush Sound (or the lyrics I stole as my title).
The Subtle Grace of Gravity
He pushes open the door the diner. The warm scent of living bodies greets him, a tempting smell. Before he can allow his mind to wander, to think of leading one of these innocent humans out to an alley, to imagine the warm, sticky taste on his lips, he can feel the love between a couple by the window. He flinches from his thoughts, from himself. He wants nothing to do with the monster he once was. Though thirst plagues him, the idea of the guilt he would face makes him shudder.
He glances around the little diner, searching for some sort of distraction. There, on the bar stool, he sees her for the first time.
He stiffens. He would know what she is anywhere; her beautifully, flawless skin is ridiculously pale, and likely cold to the touch. Her eyes are a deep onyx, nearly matching her short, choppy hair. She is inhumanly beautiful, absolutely stunning. Though she has a cup of coffee before her, it is untouched, cold by now.
Oh, he knows very well what she is.
She hops down from the barstool with the grace of a ballerina. She darts over her to him, ignoring his obvious tension and grins at him. He doesn't understand the emotion emulating from her. He is prepared to fight her, even in such a public place. It is all he can guess at her motivations, though he can't imagine what he's done to deserve her scorn so quickly.
"You've kept me waiting a long time." She smiles. He is surprised by the beauty in her soprano voice, the almost child-like innocence she seems to radiate.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." He ducks his head. He would be flushing (if, of course, that were still a possibility). A beautiful trill of laughter floats out from her lips, and he glances up. She holds out her hand to him. It is an unspoken invitation, an offer of something he cannot guess at.
It is funny that such an intimate moment should happen in the middle of a diner in Philadelphia. This, he can already tell, will be one of the defining moments of his life. If he doesn't take her hand, he will forever wonder what would have happened if he did.
He wonders for a moment at the wonderful feeling bubbling up in his chest.
Hope is a very foreign feeling indeed.
Without a word, without another thought, he takes her hand. Her grin widens, lighting up her lovely little face. She is beautiful, this sprite come to save him. He knows he should be worried about where they will go, what she is like, what this will be. He is not. A strange calm washes over him, a relief. He is grateful to this little pixie, whoever she may be.
"I'm very glad to have finally met you, Jasper." She says as they walk from the diner. She has the most graceful walk he's ever seen, even for one of their kind. Her eyes are so expressive, dancing with the happiness she is making no effort to contain.
"Who are you?" He asks, before realizing it doesn't matter. She has already set something into motion, already created something he doesn't understand.
"Alice." She looks at him, and takes his hand in her own again. She squeezes his fingers gently, and releases the hand. He can feel some emotion from her, something he hasn't felt in such a long time he isn't sure he truly recognizes it.
Then again, that may only be because the same feeling is tugging at his own dead heart.
"Where are we going?" He asks after they have walked some time in a comfortable silence. She glances at him, amusement twinkling in her pretty eyes.
"Oh, I'm not sure yet." She shrugs as if it doesn't matter all that much.
And it doesn't. After all, they have eternity.