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The fire that burns in her veins contrasts darkly with the ice that runs through his. Wanting normalcy in the form of a new life, Safina Wells finds this unachievable in the name of Ja...
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"that which nourishes me also destroys me" -angelina jolie
The days that followed the first training day were extremely routine for the situation. Jasper was adamant that they be consistent in their daily habits, as to not let the opposing threat know that they were preparing. After a boring day at school, Safina and Gabe would go to the Cullens, where the supernatural groups would train for a few hours then call it when it began to get dark. Jasper would help Safina with her homework and she would listen as he played guitar, trying not to let the anxiety eat at her very core.
Of course, Jasper knew her feelings. He knew she was only trying to hide them for him, despite the fact that he encouraged her not to. Safina cried almost daily, and it nearly broke his frozen heart. He held her in his arms, a heating blanket wrapped around them to keep her warm.
"Y'know," he started soothingly, a hand running up and down her trembling back, "my friends'll be here in a few days. Can't wait for them to meet my girl." He smiled to himself and brushed the curls away from her tear-soaked face. Her doe eyes were mesmerizing, and he could look into them all day.
"I-Is that P-Peter and Charlotte?" Safina sniffled.
"Yep, ol' friends from when I was under Maria." It wasn't unnoticed the way his voice was sharper when he said her name, almost as if he expected her to jump out at him. He continued anyway, "Last time I saw 'em was when they came to meet RC." The nickname, which Emmett had started, was widely used by the family in favor of Jacob's - which he himself still used.
"Do you ever miss it? Texas?" The question had consumed her mind in the past few days, with how much Jasper had reminisced on the state in his own time.
"No," he was quick to answer, "hot as hell, Texas. I miss Pete and Char, though. I miss my mama, even though I can't remember much about her. My sister, father. Wish they could be here, in our time, meet you. Sometimes I wish that I had been born in this life, no war, no bein' frozen in time. Wish that I could move on with you." It made Safina sad to think that, one day, Jasper might no longer be hers.
"Would you...move on...without me?"
"Couldn't dream of it, darlin'." He gave his signature smirk, leaving the ghost of a kiss on her lips.
They lay on the ground for almost an hour in complete silence. She lightly traced over his scars, which he had grown accustomed to. Jasper had involuntarily flinched the first few times she had done it, a drowning feeling overwhelming him. Safina was gentle, it almost felt as if she was taking a feather to his arms. It had become relaxing for him, warm air on frostbitten skin, the memories of snow too close behind.
"Have you ever thought about getting married?" Safina's voice was careful.
"Not until I met you." His fingers found her jaw, tilted it a bit, and she melted into him.
"I'm being serious, Jay." The look in his eyes said that he was too, and she let it go.
Jasper waited anxiously by the door, practically shaking with excitement.
"Is he always like this when they come?" Alice and Edward nodded.
"Can't wait to see Peter!" Emmett belted.
Esme sighed and smiled when Carlisle stated, "I've already put all of the breakable items away, dear."
"The windows are breakable," Rosalie reminded him, and the couple frowned.
Soon enough, a couple with almost matching pale blonde hair were on the Cullens' doorstep. Safina could even see the red in their eyes from where she was standing.
"Where's your girl, Major?" Peter's accent was thicker than Jasper's, she noticed.
Jasper motioned her to him, and she walked over, his arms engulfing her in a way that almost felt possessive.
