Title: loves die and we know thee immortal
Character/s: Edward, Rosalie
Word count: 3000
Summary: Set pre-Twilight. He also wonders why her fiance prefers this giggling caricature rather than the mind he can read that recites Dante Alighieri verbatim.
Or four times Jasper couldn’t quite understand Rose’s emotions, and one time he could
A Jasper/Rosalie ficmix
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Title: Stole the Night
Characters/Pairings: vague Jasper/Rosalie
Notes: Alternate-universe. Obviously. :( Set back before Rosalie's transformation, right around the time she becomes engaged to Royce. I might possibly do follow-ups, but who knows. It works decently enough as a one-shot.
Still – manners. Jasper bows his head. "You're welcome, ma'am," he replies easily, and something about the Southern drawl of his voice makes her smile. More confusing than that is how she doesn't seem in a huge rush to leave, to skirt away and put distance between them. Odd, but not unheard of. He's encountered his share of humans that weren't afraid; lacking some sort of survival instinct, perhaps? Or simply brave or defiant enough to ignore the fleeting feelings of fear their brains tended to give off.
"Better," the girl says, sounding pleased. Jasper's head lifts to regard her closer this time. To say that she's pretty is an understatement; she easily makes every other girl he's seen in the city look bland in comparison. Stars to the moon. Her skin is pale (though not so much as his; hers is a healthy, beautiful sort of pale), and the lines of her face are smooth and soft, perfect in every way from any angle. Her hair is down, clipped back, although a few strands have been tugged loose by the wind and hang around her lovely face. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen, he idly thinks.
And her blood smells just as perfect.
This story takes place in the years before Twilight and all the way into the very beginning of New Moon. There are definite AU elements, specifically with the timeline and passing of events. What I mean by this, is if something doesn’t happen at its assigned time or doesn’t happen at all, it is not an oversight by me – it’s very much deliberate. Also, this story will contain depressing themes, since it deals primarily with Rosalie and Jasper. And no, I’m not just going to ignore Alice and Emmett’s existence. That said, please enjoy!
Title: Made of Glass
Chapter: One: powder white bones
Pairing: Jasper Whitlock/Rosalie Hale
Summary: But Jasper’s scars ran deeper than his skin, carving holes into his restraint that he simply wasn’t mending fast enough. [pre-twilight au]
PROLOGUE || you were a child
CHAPTER ONE || powder white bones
The Space Between
Characters: Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale
Summary: He doesn't deign to notice her, she makes him uncomfortable and unfamiliar even though they share the same name. He thinks they look nothing alike, until he finds her sitting among Esme's roses, just staring up at the sky as it faded. The tilt of her chin, eyes to the clouds. She murmurs something he desperately wants to hear.