Sleep Talking ``Jasper

[Alice Swan]

Jasper left quickly, hurrying up the stairs as he searched for a blanket to keep Alice warm. In truth, it felt colder without him there, empty. She hid her frown as he came downstairs with the blanket. Now he's gonna sit away from me, she thought sadly as Jasper handed her the blanket. “Here,” he said, and she wrapped herself up in the large comforter, unable to frown a bit when he sat down next to her, outside of the blanket. “Or maybe you’re the only person I’ll allow to say something I said and get away with it,” Jasper chuckled, and Alice couldn't help but raise her eyebrows a bit at this, a smirk on her face. Oh, really? She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement and defiance, "And what if I were someone else?" She asked.

“We disagree one on thing, agree on another,” Jasper mused with a chuckle. “I had a relative that did the same thing,” he paused. Alice smiled, maybe his relative fought for the South, too. “Anyways every time we talk about it in an Social Studies class I get annoyed because they all slavery is the major reason but it’s not. They fought over states rights, and about how each region earned their money. North was industrial, South was agricultural. Then there was Lincoln’s election in 1860 and his re-election in 1864,” Alice nodded along with everything he was saying. She didn't want to interrupt him during his monologue; it was best to let him get it out of his system.

“Sorry. Anyways, I get extremely annoyed when we talk about it because the teachers never think to mention the other factors and that’s poor history knowledge. We have to know all the details to learn from our mistakes, preventing it from happening again. You never know when the South may seceed again, and if they do it wouldn’t be about slavery,” Jasper shrugged. “Sorry, I feel very strongly about my feelings for this topic,” he apologized. "It's okay, there's no need to apologize," Alice assured him, taking her arm out of her cacoon of a blanket to place her hand against his cold cheek. She smiled, "Which side did your father fight for?" She asked quietly. Maybe, if she got the subject off of how others thougt of the War, she could gain his opinion on it, hear his point-of-view.

“You have no idea. This is the only war I hate talking about because I feel so strongly about it,” Jasper grinned reassuringly, and she nodded in response. “Depends. Did he fight for the North, or the South?” He asked, and she smiled, "The South," she responded, "He was thirty-six when he joined. Lived in Houston by the time he was recruited. C'mon, I wanna show it to you." And without another word, she stood up, blinking a few times as she gained balance. She always had equilibrium problems when she was sick; one of the many cons of being sick. She finally reached her room, walking straight to the bed. She pulled a thick, leathery book out from under her pillow, showing it to Jasper. She handed it to him. "Be careful with it; it's very old," she asked, eyeing it as if it were a baby instead of a book. Inside the book, on the very first page, was an old photo, black and white. Six men stood in the photograph, side by side, all looking very solemn. Her relative stood to the far left, inbetween a man who's face was faded out, and another with a long, bushy beard. "The young man on the left - the faded one - had gone missing soon after this photograph. They believed he was a deserter, but Grandpa Swan didn't believe that. You'll figure it out as you read," she nodded, sitting down on her bed. She needed to rest a bit; those stairs had practically killed her.

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper raised an eyebrow in return the smirk and raised eyebrows on Alice’s face. She leaned in slightly closer, her eyes shining with amusement and defiance. “And what if I were someone else?” she inquired and Jasper smirked. “Then I wouldn’t do this,” Jasper said, before leaning in to kiss Alice. He wanted to know how she would react to that, hoping it wouldn’t be bad. She would have to forgive him for his actions, though it was hard to resist. She was tempting him and he failed to ignore that temptation for once. He pulled away with reluctance, opening his eyes in search of Alice’s emotions. “Sorry. Back to the question. I would probably make you feel extremely bad and then make you apologize,” Jasper said with a chuckle.

Alice merely nodded along to what he was saying. “It’s okay, there’s no need to apologize,” she said after he was done explaining and apologizing. He smiled as she placed her hand on his cheek, quickly moving his own hand to hold her hand. “Which side did your father fight for?” she asked quietly and Jasper looked out the front window. “Confederacy,” he answered quietly, not looking at her as he responded. He had been so proud to fight for the Confederacy when he had first joined. It was his pride and joy. The South. Now, he wasn’t sure if it was still a thing to be proud of or not.

“The South,” Alice said and Jasper could breath slightly easier. “He was thirty-six when he joined. Lived in Houston by the time he was recruited. C’mon, I wanna show it to you,” she said, standing up. Jasper stood up as well, immediately extending both hands to catch Alice. If she fell he was ready to catch her. He followed her up the stairs to her room, ready to catch her if she lost her balance. She walked straight to the bed, pulling a thick, leathery book from under her pillow. “Be careful with it; it’s very old,” she said, and Jasper nodded. He would never dream of ruining something Alice loved, and it meant all the more to him because it was the South.

“The young man on the left-the faded one-had gone missing soon after this photograph. They believed he was a deserter, but Grandpa Swan didn’t believe that. You’ll figure it out as you read,” Alice said, pointing out a man in the picture. Jasper had seen this picture many times. He had a copy himself. Though he didn’t remember their names, he did remember that they were all extremely good men. “He didn’t desert them. He never would. Never,” Jasper said quietly. Though he would say it was a relative in the picture, in truth it was him. He had been so proud to be a Confederate soldier. Now he wasn’t sure.

[Alice Swan]

“Then I wouldn’t do this,” Jasper said, leaning closer to her until he kissed her. Alice couldn't resist; she put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him closer, melting into his arms. Almost exactly like the dream, yet better. She was awake and ecstatic and longing. She bit back a growl of disappointment and agitation when he pulled away, frowning when he chuckled and said, “Sorry. Back to the question. I would probably make you feel extremely bad and then make you apologize." It was working already, then, if that was what he was trying to do.

“Confederacy,” he answered quietly, not looking at her as he responded. Alice frowned, reaching her hand out to cup his cheek, waiting until he would finally look at her before speaking. "Don't say it like you're ashamed," she whispered, "I'm sure he was very brave. And you should never be ashamed of your family, or what you believe in. Never." She sighed, staring into his golden eyes with so much adoration that it would be impossible for him not to notice it. She didn't know how it happened, but somehow, the subject switched focus, going to Jasper himself. "Always be proud of yourself, Jasper. I've seen you do things that men would never do now-a-days. You're kind, you're a gentleman, and you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Don't lose your sense of pride, Jasper."

“He didn’t desert them. He never would. Never,” Jasper responded quietly. She stared at him as he gazed at the photograph. He looked solemn, thoughtful. And something else that Alice couldn't quite describe. "Read it," she nodded, "A great historian like you would love to read this; straight from the encounters of a Civil War veteran." She smiled at him. "I learned a lot of things from that book; a lot more than anyone will ever know." Indeed, she did learn many things from that book. And nothing would make her forget them. They were life lessons; things that can only be learned from experience, and she was glad that she got to experience some of these memories of one of her great-grandfather's. As long as she had that book, she would never forget.

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper smiled as Alice pulled him closer. To her, last night was just a dream. To him, it was a memory. Another memory he could not forget. He noticed her frown when he pulled away and chuckled. Disappointment and agitation were clear in her emotions, though before it had been something along the lines of happy. "Next time I'll keep it for a few more seconds," Jasper said, grinning. He easily winked at Alice, hoping she wouldn't be to disappointed. He had meant for it to be a quick kiss. to show his feelings. He didn't actually think she would react the way she did. Wanting more.

Alice cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at her. He easily complied without complaint. He hated Alice being upset with him. "Don't say it like you're ashamed. I'm sure he was very brave. And you should never be ashamed of your family, or what you believe in. Never," Alice said with a sigh, her eyes shining with admiration. "Always be proud of yourself, Jasper. I've seen you do things that men would never do now-a-days. You're kind, you're a gentleman, and you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Don't lose your sense of pride, Jasper."

"Right. He would never want me to be ashamed of him. He would want me to learn from him, why he chose the side he chose," Jasper hesitated for a moment. The person he once was was the person he wanted to be again. Though not exactly, similar to him. He wanted to be the confident, brave, believing Jasper he had been. The one whom everybody had listened to just because of how he worded something. The one who had entered the military at such a young age though passed for someone older. He wanted to be that Jasper again. And in time, he would be that Jasper again.

"I'm the most beautiful creature you've ever seen? Clearly you haven't seen the rest of my family. They're all far more beautiful than I am. But that doesn't mean they top my list. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in all my years, and believe me, that's saying a lot," Jasper said, kissing Alice's cheek again. He owed her a lot. Everything. He owed her his life, his love, his eternity. Maybe, just maybe, one day she would have a vision of being one of them, but she would have to think about that first. He couldn't and never would make up her mind for her.

"Read it. A great historian like you would love to read this; straight from the encounters of a Civil War veteran," Alice said smiling. He looked down the page, reading it but also listening to Alice when she spoke. "I learned a lot of things from that book; a lot more than anyone will ever know," she said and Jasper read the page. Just like she had said, he didn't think he deserted them. He believed something bad happened to him, which was in all senses, the truth. Something bad had happened to Jasper. He had met three beautiful women who turned out to be killers. Murders. Vampires.

"You're great-grandfather sounds like a great man. I'm glad he didn't believe he deserted them," Jasper said, smiling at Alice. He went over to sit on the bed next to her, wrapping one arm around her. He easily balanced the book on their laps, flipping through the pages gently. "Don't ever let this book die, Alice. Pass it on to your child. Have them pass it on to theirs. They don't deserve to learn everything from one point of view. They need to read what they're family experienced," Jasper said with a reassuring smile.

[Alice Swan]

"Next time I'll keep it for a few more seconds," Jasper grinned, winking at Alice. She smirked at him, pulling herself farther away from him in a teasing manner. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?" She asked innocently, staring at him with wide eyes. He looked back at her without complaint as she told him to be proud of himself, and it made her feel good. Like he really was listening to her. Most people didn't do that, and paid the consequences for it later. "Right. He would never want me to be ashamed of him. He would want me to learn from him, why he chose the side he chose," Jasper hesitated for a moment. She waited patiently for him to continue.

"I'm the most beautiful creature you've ever seen? Clearly you haven't seen the rest of my family. They're all far more beautiful than I am. But that doesn't mean they top my list. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in all my years, and believe me, that's saying a lot," Jasper kissed Alice's cheek, and she flushed a dazzling shade of pink. She frowned at Jasper's earlier comment. "They're attractive, it's true, but being attractive is easy. Being beautiful is the hard part. Beauty involves much more than the surface. So when I say you're beautiful, I mean it. No one is more beautiful to me than you are." And if he didn't like that little declaration, than he could shove it. That was her opinion, and she was sticking with it. She wasn't going to tolerate his low perspective of himself.

"You're great-grandfather sounds like a great man. I'm glad he didn't believe he deserted them," Jasper smiled. He sat on the bed beside her, wrapping one arm around her. He easily balanced the book on their laps, flipping through the pages gently. "Don't ever let this book die, Alice. Pass it on to your child. Have them pass it on to theirs. They don't deserve to learn everything from one point of view. They need to read what they're family experienced." Alice nodded. "I know. I will. I mean, it's important to me, and I want to share whatever makes me happy with my children, some day, but I don't really think about that now. I mean, kids and stuff. I love being around them, but, whether it happens to me or not, it won't make me any less happy than I am now." She smiled at him, asking"What about you? You going to give your family memoirs of the War to your kids?"

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper chuckled as Alice pulled farther away from him, obviously teasing. “What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” she asked innocently, and Jasper smiled. “Well I already have intentions of kissing you again, and your emotions seemed to enjoy the last kiss,” Jasper said with a smile. He would let Alice make the first move this time. He sat, arm resting on the top of the couch, staring at her, waiting to see her next move.

Jasper chuckled when Alice flushed pink, a shade that he would say was his favorite shade of pink. Normally a dark blue or black was his favorite color, and usually those two made the first few on his list, but that color pink that had no name was now among the top five. “They’re attractive, it’s true, but being attractive is easy. Being beautiful is the hard part. Beauty involves much more than the surface. So when I say you’re beautiful, I mean it. No one is more beautiful to me than you are,” Alice said, and he enjoyed that little statement. Decleration.

“No, I think they’re all beautiful. Not just attractive. I mean, they excepted me for who I am when I was having the worst time of my life. They made me feel welcome. They all showed me something that before I didn’t really know. Even Rosalie. Though I think that Carlisle and Esme stand out the most, they all are beautiful. Truly. Whether you believe it or not,” Jasper said, shutting his eyes for a moment. They all had shown him something. They all had taught him something. Carlisle taught him compassion, Esme taught him care. Emmett taught him fun, Bella taught him relaxation. Edward taught him enjoyment, and Rosalie taught him strength. To him they were all extremely beautiful.

“And you, you’ve taught me something unimaginable to me before. I never believed I would learn love, and here you are, teaching me love. You mean more to me than you could ever imagine. You are the most beautiful human I have ever met and nobody will ever replace you, Alice,” Jasper said sincerely, flashing his eyes between the two of hers. He owed her everything for teaching him love, because he was only going to learn it once.

“I know. I will. I mean, it’s important to me, and I want to share whatever makes me happy with my children, some day, but I don’t really think about it now. I mean, kids and stuff. I love being around them, but, whether it happens to me or not, it won’t make me any less happy than I am now,” she said smiling at him. Jasper now had another reason to hate being a vampire. He couldn’t be the one for Alice. He couldn’t be the one she would love till she died. “What about you? You going to give your family memoirs of the War to your kids?” she asked, brining him back to reality.

“I don’t know. I mean, the War means so much to me. More than anybody could ever imagine. It’d be hard to let it go. Maybe. But I don’t tend to really think about kids. Something about it bothers me, I guess,” Jasper said with a shrug. He wished he knew how to word that so it didn’t sound so bad, but hopefully Alice would understand. Hopefully.

[Alice Swan]

“Well I already have intentions of kissing you again, and your emotions seemed to enjoy the last kiss,” Jasper smiled and Alice's eyebrows scrunched together involuntarily. Your emotions seemed to enjoy, ran through her mind over and over again. Emotions? What did that mean? His arm rested on top of the couch, waiting, it seemed, for her retort. Smiling at him devilishly, she pointedly looked away from him, deciding that she wasn't going to kiss him. If he wanted it, well, then, he would simply have to take it like a man, or put up with it like a gentleman.

“No, I think they’re all beautiful. Not just attractive. I mean, they excepted me for who I am when I was having the worst time of my life. They made me feel welcome. They all showed me something that before I didn’t really know. Even Rosalie. Though I think that Carlisle and Esme stand out the most, they all are beautiful. Truly. Whether you believe it or not,” Jasper said, shutting his eyes momentarily. Damn. Of course she'd hit something with that comment. She frowned at him; she wasn't going to feel bad for what she said. "You know that's not what I meant," she pointed out, "I haven't even met them yet, so how could I say that they aren't beautiful? I don't know them, Jasper, but I know you." She sighed, "I guess that any family that could create someone as wonderful as you would have to be beautiful, too. I'm sorry if I offended you, but you don't need to put yourself down like that. I'm certainly not going to tolerate it, and I'm surprised if your family does." Alice took a deep breath, calming herself. She didn't want Jasper to feel bad, and she'd allowed herself to get worked up over it. But she couldn't help herself, it was Jasper, for Pete's sake!

“And you, you’ve taught me something unimaginable to me before. I never believed I would learn love, and here you are, teaching me love. You mean more to me than you could ever imagine. You are the most beautiful human I have ever met and nobody will ever replace you, Alice,” Jasper said, his tone as sincere as hers had been earlier. She couldn't help but take his face into her hands at this, as his golden brown eyes stared into the depths of her light brown ones, pressing her lips against his in a light, tender kiss. "You have a weird sense of vocabulary," she chuckled as she pulled away, making her voice deeper in an attempt to mimick him, "Your emotions seemed to enjoy it, human," she laughed, bringing his face to hers once more. She could never stay away from him for long.

“I don’t know. I mean, the War means so much to me. More than anybody could ever imagine. It’d be hard to let it go. Maybe. But I don’t tend to really think about kids. Something about it bothers me, I guess,” Jasper shrugged, and Alice nodded in response. "I understand," she said, though she truly didn't. Why wouldn't Jasper think about a future with kids? Did he have trouble in that specific area, or did he simply not enjoy the company of children? She smiled up at him, finding a new way to deter his concentration. "Could you carry me downstairs?" She asked, "I don't think I could make it back down without hurting myself," she chuckled.

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper waited for a response, an eyebrow raising when she said nothing. Had she forgotten that he could read and change a persons emotions? They had talked about this yesterday, had they not? He found out she could see the future and in return he told her he could read and influence emotions. Just to be fair. If she didn't remember he understood completely--some people forgot things from time to time and that made perfect sense. Jasper watched as Alice smiled devilishly at him, before looking away from him. Very well then, his mind stated. He would take it like a gentleman, as that was what he was, no?

"You know that's not what I meant. I haven't even met them yet, so how could I say that they aren't beautiful? I don't know them, Jasper, but I know you. I guess that any family that could create someone as wonderful as you would have to be beautiful, too. I'm sorry if I offended you, but you don't need to put yourself down like that. I'm certainly not going to tolerate it, and I'm surprised if your family does," she said, trying to calm down. Jasper easily helped her calm down, not really caring anymore. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put myself down. I honestly had no intentions of putting myself down. And no, you didn't offend me. I probably should've thought over what I said. You have yet to meet my family, so who was I to say they were beautiful for you when you have yet to meet them?"

Jasper smiled when Alice kissed him again. This time it was light, tender. He returned the same amount of tenderness she put into it, not wanting to intimidate her or anything. "You have a weird sense of vocabulary," she said, chuckling as she pulled away. Jasper smiled and shrugged. "Your emotions seemed to enjoy it, human," she said, attempting to mimick him. Jasper chuckled at her attempt, though what was actually said was not a laughing matter. He wasn't human, but she didn't know that yet. "You mean the world to me and everything, but I am not going to attempt to mimick your voice," Jasper said with a chuckle, grinning at Alice. "I much rather you speak in that voice, as it sounds much more... heavenly," Jasper said, smiling when she kissed him again. So much for not kissing him.

"I understand," Alice said, but Jasper was pretty sure she didn't. But he wasn't going to fight with Alice, she meant to much to him for that. They could agree and disagree on something, but he wasn't going to go yell at her or something. "Could you carry me downstairs? I don't think I could make it back down without hurting myself," Alice said, chuckling. Jasper smiled, standing up and easily scooping her into his arms. It didn't take much effort for him to carry her down the steps, stopping at the foot of them. He put her down gently on her feet, one arm still holding her gently. "Where to?" he asked, smiling. If she still wanted to be carried he would do it with enthusiasm. Spending time with Alice was always enjoyable, no matter how short it was.

[Alice Swan]

Alice felt completely calm now, being agitated only a few seconds ago. Jasper looked strange, as if he was ready to give up caring. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put myself down. I honestly had no intentions of putting myself down. And no, you didn't offend me. I probably should've thought over what I said. You have yet to meet my family, so who was I to say they were beautiful for you when you have yet to meet them?" Alice sighed, "It's okay. I'm sorry." She looked around a bit nervously. "Okay, um...change of subject? How've you been doing with the lines?" she asked, referring to the lines he had to learn for their Romeo and Juliet project in Theatre. She hoped he'd at least gotten some practice in; Lord knows she hadn't.

Jasper was the most gentle person Alice had ever met. He kissed her so tenderly, so lovingly, and she began to throw herself into the kiss, not wanting it to stop, though she knew it would have to sooner or later. She much prefered later. "You mean the world to me and everything, but I am not going to attempt to mimick your voice," Jasper chuckled, grinning at her. "I much rather you speak in that voice, as it sounds much more... heavenly," Alice blushed at the comment, unused to the complements yet enjoying them all the same. "My, my, aren't we being a perfect gentleman," she laughed, "Are you sure you're not from the South?" She asked, grinning. After all, Jasper seemed to live by the term "Southern Hospitality" a lot. She loved it.

Alice gasped when Jasper scooped her up into his arms, treating her as if she were a feather rather than a human being. He carried her without a single change in his breathing, stopping at the foot of the stairs to set her on her feet. One of his arms still held her gently as he asked, "Where to?" Alice told him that the livingroom would be fine. Alice managed to walk to the couch before collapsing atop it. "I'm exhausted," she sighed breathlessly, "I apologize if I pass out on you," she added, curling her legs up so that he would have room to sit. She wanted Jasper to be comfortable. Plus, there was always a bonus to using a cute guy as a foot rest, right?

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper shut his eyes for a moment, attempting to regain himself. He wasn't to sure how he himself was feeling at the moment. A little upset, mainly at himself. He really should've thought through his response before saying it. But it was so easy to talk to Alice and sometimes the words slipped without intention of saying them. That was how easy it was to talk to Alice for him. So easy it was like being on auto-pilot, letting your body respond and just sitting back and enjoying the ride. Though, he still had some control over it.

"It's okay. I'm sorry." she said, looking around nervously. Jasper just shook his head, hugging her reassuringly. "My fault. And no, you're not taking the blame for it," He said with a soft smile. He was much to a gentleman to let Alice get away with taking the blame. "Okay, um...change of subject? How've you been doing with the lines?" Alice asked, referring to their little snippet of Romeo and Juliet they were to put on. Jasper chuckled lightly at this. "Good. Memorized. Just got to get a little more in character. Yourself?"

Jasper chuckled as Alice threw herself into the kiss more. He mimicked, adding himself into it just a little more. She blushed at his comment and he in turn smiled at that. He loved seeing her blush, it was hard not to. It was the perfect shade, no matter if it was red or pink. "My, my, aren't we being a perfect gentleman," Alice said, laughing. "Are you sure you're not from the South?" She inquired and Jasper just shook his head with a laugh. "I wish. But that doesn't mean I can't dream," he said, winking at her. All his 'dreams' involved the two of them and nobody else.

Jasper followed Alice as she managed to walk to the couch, collapsing on it. "I'm exhausted," she sighed without any breath. "I apologize if I pass out on you," she said, curling up so he had room to sit. Jasper chuckled, sitting down at her feet. He easily used both his arms to flip her over so her feet were away from him, her head in his lap. "I don't mind," he said, pulling her further onto his lap. It wasn't a problem, her passing out on him. It would actually be slightly better if she did, because when Charlie came home at lunch to check on her, she would have to be asleep in her room. Jasper could easily manage that, and make it seem like he had never been there.

[Alice Swan]

"My fault. And no, you're not taking the blame for it," Jasper smiled softly, hugging her reassuringly. Alice allowed it, but she didn't let herself lose the blame. It was, in fact, her fault for bringing it up. Jasper chuckled at her question. "Good. Memorized. Just got to get a little more in character. Yourself?" She sighed, "No such luck yet. I was out by the time my head hit the pillow. I can barely remember my first line," she laughed. After a moment, however, she frowned, "I don't know why, but my visions always seem to take a lot out of me. I hate having them." Alice turned her head, glaring at the television. She just couldn't see why she had to be the one to carry this burden. Sure, she could tell her mom about it, and Jasper now, of course, but she could not risk allowing another soul to know, not even her own father.

Jasper chuckled beneath the kiss, throwing himself into it as much - if not more - than she had. Alice gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. This couldn't be real, Alice thought, Nothing this perfect could be real. She leaned back, not breaking from the kiss as she pulled him down with her. His hair was softer than silk beneath her fingers, and she wished with all her might that it would never end. He was like a drug to her, so addictive that she felt she would die without him.

Jasper shook his head with a laugh. "I wish. But that doesn't mean I can't dream," he winked, and Alice blushed a deeper shade of crimson. Thank God he didn't know about her dreams. Otherwise, any possibility of a relationship with him would be obliterated. She didn't want to ruin her chances by telling him she'd been dreaming certain things about him since she was fifteen. That would come off too stalkerish.

Jasper sat down on the couch, turning Alice over easily, so that her head - instead of her feet - rested on his lap. "I don't mind," he said, pulling her further onto his lap. She felt completely relaxed as she lay there, looking into those abnormally golden eyes. She felt safe, cared for...loved. Yes, she decided, Loved was the perfect way to describe her feelings. She hoped he would never go away, even in her sleep. She wanted to stay like this forever. She smirked, "Favorite color." It was random, yes, but it was typical Alice. She wanted to know as much about him as possible.

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper immediately felt some concern when Alice sighed. "No such luck yet. I was out by the time my head hit the pillow. I can barely remember my first line," Alice said, laughing. Jasper immediately laughed along with her, perfectly fine with that. However, a moment later a frown graced her features and Jasper immediately felt concern again. "I don't know why, but my visions always seem to take a lot out of me. I hate having them." Jasper shut his eyes for a moment, ruffling his hair with his hand for a moment. "I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have less of me now that I'm here," he said, offering her a smile. He enjoyed seeing her smile and wanted to see it again.

Jasper let out a hearty laugh when Alice blushed a shade of deep crimson. Another favorite color added to the ever expanding list. Never before had he imagined pink being on that list, but there it was. Crimson was even on that list now, a color Jasper detested much. His eyes had been crimson for so long and now he was much happier that they were gold. They didn't bring him as much pain, as much hate. As much horror. Edward referred to himself as a monster from time to time but that was hardly the case. Jasper was the real monster out of all of them.

Jasper smiled so easily when he was with Alice life without her would be hard. Still, knowing him, he would find some way to make it through. Enjoy it. Though it wouldn't be as much as before. Hopefully he would be able to just stay with Alice, change her. Once she found out what exactly he was and if she excepted him for him that is. "Favorite color," Alice said and Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Navy, I guess," Jasper said with a shrug. Truth be told, he wasn't exactly sure where her question had come from, but it was Alice and he would happily take her for what she was. "Yours?" he said in return, wanting to find out as much about her as he could.

[Alice Swan]

Jasper closed his eyes, ruffling his hair with his hand as he did so. "I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have less of me now that I'm here," he said, offering her a smile. Alice tried to smile for him, but it simply came out as a small grimace. "No," she disagreed, shaking her head slightly, "I'll never stop having visions. The good...or the bad." She didn't want to be sad around Jasper; it didn't feel right. Yet, here she was, feeling worse than ever. Why did she always have to ruin the most perfect moments with the worst comments?

Alice ducked her head when Jasper laughed. Of course he had seen it; maybe not in her eyes, but on her cheeks certainly. He already knew that she had visions of him constantly, but she didn't want him to know how often she dreamed of him, or even thought of him. He didn't know how precious he was to her; how saying even one simple thing could ruin everything. She didn't want to lose him, especially now that she finally found him. Now that she found a reason for waking up every day, and sleeping peacefully at night.

Jasper raised an eyebrow at her question. "Navy, I guess," he shrugged. Alice smiled, one down, a million and two more to go. He certainly thought she was strange for asking something as random as his favorite color. "Yours?" He asked, and Alice, being the stupid girl she was, did not hesitate, "Gold," she replied, staring into his golden caramel eyes. They'd been her favorite color ever since she'd first seen him. There would be no changing of that opinion any time soon. "Favorite film," she fired off, smiling, her eyes glinting with amusement. Sure, it was small, but she still wanted to know him. It was Jasper. She wanted to know everything.

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper wasn’t sure how to respond to Alice’s small grimace. He kept his face neutral, not entirely sure how to respond to that via emotions. “No,” she began, shaking her head just slightly. Jasper raised an eyebrow at this. Did she not want less visions? If they took so much out of her, wouldn’t she want less? “I’ll never stop having visions. The good…or the bad,” she said, sadness clear. He wasn’t sure if he should make her feel happy or not. It probably wouldn’t be proper of him. If she wanted to be sad he should let her be, no matter how much he wanted her to be happy.

“Then can I hope you have more good visions of and or with me, rather than bad?” Jasper asked jokingly, offering Alice a smile. He would do anything to see her smile again. He truly was an idiot in love, but that was perfectly fine with him. Being in love with Alice was better than anything in the world. In a way it was what truly satisfied—completed—him. Not even human blood could top the satisfaction that Alice brought him. Ever little thing about her completed his flawed figure. Though he doubted she had flaws, everyone did and that included him. His flaws were her strengths, his strengths were her flaws. They truly did complete the other.

“Gold,” Alice said with little hesitation. Jasper chuckled softly at this. He had taken what seemed to be an eternity to answer her question and she took only seconds. “Favorite film,” was her next question in line and Jasper knew she probably had a lot. He would easily ask her what her favorite was in return to what she asked, trying to find out as much as he could about her. If he couldn’t have her forever he wanted to have every little detail about her known, so one day he could look back at this time period and smile. “Gone With the Wind. You?” Jasper said, looking down slightly. It wasn’t as bad as The Notebook or Titanic—Lord knew how many times he had seen those with Bella and Rosalie—but it was still rather… unmanly. Of course, it might’ve been the fact that it was more his time period than anything that really interested him.

[Alice Swan]

“Then can I hope you have more good visions of and or with me, rather than bad?” Jasper asked jokingly. Alice offered him a sad smile, "Yeah," she agreed, "I hope so, too." He was simply the most sweetest person Alice had ever met. He was kind, gentlemanly, and always tried to make her smile. She would ask him why he was so perfect, but then she thought better of it. How could she deserve the company of such an angel?

“Gone With the Wind. You?” Jasper asked, and Alice smiled. That was one of her favorite movies, right next to Titanic and The Notebook, of course. She smirked at Jasper, "Cold Mountain," she replied. She had more in common with him than she thought, and that kinda scared her. This guy could not possibly be real. He was too perfect. "Hobby," she fired away. She wanted to know what he did in his spare time. Of course he already knew about one of hers - drawing - she had had yet to learn about any of his.

Alice sighed quietly, content as she used Jasper as a pillow. She looked down at her hands, staring at them intently. She just didn't know how to ask. Finally, she refused to look at him, she said, "Where is this going? I mean, you know..." she trailed off, not sure how to say it. She didn't know how to ask him if they were going to go anywhere in their relationship or not, simply because she wasn't even sure if there was a relationship to speak of. She hadn't dated in awhile; she wasn't sure how it went anymore.

[[No Muse]]