Idk where to put this so its goin here but like… Alice and Jasper meeting in a different setting, he’s a little wild and tortured from his escape from his past and the mistakes he’s made since then and Alice finds him when she’s hunting.
She knew he was there, of course she’d seen this exact moment when she’d decided on him, but she hadn’t known the exact emotions that would slam into her chest the second her golden eyes met his crimson.
He’d ponder, quiet and questioning. Why was she here, why didn’t she attack and why oh why did he want to protect this tiny creature so badly.
“You’re not the quarry I was lookin for.” His voice would be deep and pained, Alice’s hands trembling as she tried to remember just how this played out. She was so used to knowing, to seeing, but she hadn’t factored in how her heart would react.
“You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for.” Her voice would carry all the knowing she held before she’d stepped into the woods.
His scars would shimmer in the dim light, shirt torn and bloodied from something that smelled so divine to Alice it could only be human. And he’s watch her, red eyes working through it all while Alice waited for him to decide. Waited for him to make a move.
“Well, I’m sorry to keep you waiting, ma’am” The smile that came was soothing and haunted, Alice’s own bursting at the seams with excitement.
“You’re here now and I’ve got just the future for you.” She’d move closer, slow as she could handle so he didn’t startle, and put a calm hand on his shoulder. “But you have to decide. I decided on you a long time ago, you know.”
“And who might you be that I have the honor to choose?” That tremor in his throat, the disbelief that he can feel this way after so long as he bathes in the truthful joy radiating from her.
“I’m Alice.” Her mouth would open to continue but instead she’d bite her lip and let him take the introduction.
“Jasper Whitlock, at your service.” His last name sent a pain through him, the memories of who he used to be and who he could have been coming to the front.
“Oh, I know.” Alice would soften, seeing all the ways he’d already chosen her. How it all lined up in her mind. “I think we’re going to have a wonderful time, you and me.”
a nsa agent in a suit looking through my laptop camera: she’s on her phone…….. our data shows that she’s got tumblr open on her laptop but she has tumblr open on her phone………. double check her browser?
some nerd hired straight out of college: *types rapidly* she’s definitely got tumblr open on her laptop
the nsa agent, softly: so why is she looking at it on her phone…..
My husband and myself have served in the military. When we call home from overseas, our lines are monitored and on a short delay so no sensitive information is revealed. The line will just go dead if you say something you’re not supposed to.
Now, these calls are monitored by a department in the military called Signal corps. When we’d talk on my husband’s last deployment, we had a running joke that we said hi to “Signal Guy Fred.”
So this continued for his entire 12 month deployment, and we made sure we said hi or bye to “Signal Guy Fred” every phone call. On his final phone call before returning home we made sure to thank “Signal Guy Fred” for his time and wish him farewell.
So, before I disconnect the call, I wish “Fred” the best and thank him for his service. My phone was on speaker mode (I was cooking dinner) and my finger was hovering over the end call button when I hear the softest little, “My name’s Jason.”
Take a moment to remember why you first fell in love with your WIP. Why it matters to you so fiercely. And remember you can write whatever you want – this is something that is possible for you – in reach whether it’s now or in the future it’s waiting for you. And Writing will wait as patiently as you do.
The first thing that came to mind was Ron standing on his broken leg to mass murderer Sirius Black.
I think my most honest answer is Ron.
Give me Ron not panicking at Devils Snare, helping Harry and his broken arm change in the hospital wing, cutting Hermiones food when her fingers were burnt by hate mail, lying about his hand being bit by a dog after Norbert did it, screaming down the phone to Harry, ‘what’s that an illness?,’ blowing up the Dursley’s front room, Weasley is my King – both versions, not being cocky about beating Hermione in DA, Hermione kissing him on the cheek, standing up to Snape for Hermione and Harry, reviving the letter from Percy and ripping it to pieces, more of his developing friendship with Luna, etc. Of couse ending with ‘don’t let it worry me I’m extremely famous.’
And being played by someone of Rupert’s skill and looks of course.
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