stellify: (v.) to turn into or as if into a star; to place among the stars; to glorify.
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(previously titled iridescence)
☆ First story of the Stellify series ☆
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The following morning, Jasper was straightening out his outfit before leaving. Rosalie, who had been quite distant as of late, walked up to the Hale in the mirror.
"Hey, I know you're going over to Eva's house today. You should bake with her or something," she shrugged glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
The ex-soldier frowned, looking to Rose for an explanation. It was weird for her to suddenly care about humans, much less for her to have input in his social events.
"I heard she wants to bake more often, that's all Esme talks about now anyway," she defended, suddenly backing off down the hallway. In fact, secretly Rosalie Hale had been wondering if the girl had addressed her eating issues since their chat. In reality, she couldn't find it in herself to actively ask, so if she could drop hints for others to make sure she ate, it was enough.
The sad thing was that Rose saw a part of her old human self in the brunette. Sick with melancholy, easily dissuaded by food for the sake of self-worth. If she had the choice to save her old human-self, Rosalie Hale would try to in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, she had no heartbeat anymore, so she felt compelled to help someone like her. And that someone happened to be Evangeline Rosa Freemond.
Rosalie's words had stuck in Jasper, so when he went to Eve's home he inspired the mess of ingredients in the kitchen.
Eve, clad in a pair of acid-wash jeans, a loose-fitted black turtleneck practically glowed as she flowed around the room. Jasper couldn't help but let his eyes follow her small figure, follow as she rolled her sleeves up to crack eggs. He couldn't help his feet as he ended up grabbing her wrist softly, taking off a hair tie and softly grooming her hair into a neat ponytail.
The way his hands sloped up her arm and onto her head sent tingles up Eve's tailbone, arching at her crown. Although he didn't need to breathe, per-say, his chilled exhales lulled her into a state of placidity. Her hands holding the spatula and bowl slackened, eyes fluttering shut as the cold contact.
Jasper's little 'ta-dah' jolted her back into the task at hand, unable to control the giggles erupting from her chest. He had no idea what he did to her, or perhaps he did and liked to get a rouse out of it. Either way, it made her day.
Jasper turned out to be a very good chef in the kitchen. He attentively followed the recipe and was assigned the chief mixer when the ingredients needed elbow-grease.
Once the trays of treats were in the oven, and the countertops cleaned, Eve went to jump on the counter. Well, she went to do so, but her fluffy socks slipped too much that she couldn't easily get onto the counter, which was now also mildly slippery.
Jasper, noticing her struggle, stood up from his spot and walked over to the girl scrunching her face up. She noticed his movement, grimacing at her predicament. Politely accepting his help, he grasped the backs of her thighs, head bobbed next to hers as he effortlessly lifted her atop the counter.
