#pathsthread

[oraculumin-a]

@pathstread

    with the back of his hand, he brushes over her forehead, combing into and through the short locks of her spiky, black hair. he leans down, wrapping one arm around her minuscule waist, tugging her up so they meet halfway between their opposing heights.  “nothin’ is gonna happen t’ me, darlin’. nothin’. i’ve got you, don’t i?”  his own, ever-present, all-knowing guardian angel. 

 IT’S  NO  SECRET  THAT  ALICE  WORRIES  ABOUT  HIM  .  she  feigns  scowling ,  though it’s genuine concern that is mirrored in her eyes . jasper ,  more than anyone ,  can  handle  himself  --  there’s no  need to make him sit out from tomorrow’s battle like edward , yet she cannot help but fret .  a hand pressed against the fabric of his shirt , where scars dwell , hidden for the moment .  ‘   promise  me  you  won’t  try  to  do  anything  dangerous . ‘