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goldeneyedgirl · 1 year

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So back in August, @pupupuphuca drew this adorable and beautiful piece of Jalice fanart, and I immediately volunteered to write a little ficlet about it because it was so beautiful.

It took me forever to get this at least close to how I wanted it, but it's here. @pupupuphuca, I hope you like it and thank you so, so much for sharing your gorgeous art!

The coffee house is like a dozen others that they’ve visited in the last decade. The smell of real coffee in the air, the mismatched furniture dotted around, the low music playing.

The reason they chose coffee places is because the smell of the giant roasters and grinders; enough to cover up the smell of the humans that inhabit the space so that it’s tolerable. That they can be… well, not entirely comfortable, but a hell of a lot more comfortable than they are in a high school classroom.

This is one of those spaces that makes him - makes them - feel more real and somehow more insubstantial than ever. It's... it's nice.

It’s nice to come and sit; watch whatever aspiring singer or poet or performer might be standing in the corner, where a discoloured circle on the floor outlines the wannabe ‘stage’. Just to talk about anything and everything, and maybe lean into feeling normal - feeling human - for a little while.

Alice loves it. She loves finding another one of their little bolt holes, the place that none of their family will think to look for them if they needed to. She has stacks of business cards, loyalty cards, collected in a box somewhere.

“We met in one of these places, Jasper,” she says when he watches her add another one to the pile - right down to the very faded Moonlite Diner matchbook she has. “Of course I want to remember them all.”

Tonight is just like the others, in a good way. It’s warm, and there’s a couch near the door free, tucked back from the rest of the tables and patrons which is for the best. Alice leaves him with her bag, and returns with drinks - straight coffee with ice cubes. She has always picked the drinks carefully - the cold cups are opaque, so no one realizes they aren’t consuming them. Cold drinks smell less than hot drinks, and the scent is tolerable without chemicals and sweeteners or animal products mixed in. They’ve work-shopped this over the years.

She tucks herself next to him when she returns, placing the drinks on the small table in front of them. She leans against him for a moment, her emotions bright and happy; she loves these nights. Getting out, being a normal girl going out with a normal boy. And he likes that he can give her this one small taste of it.

There is a musician with a guitar at the microphone, a crooning woman who isn’t too loud. She’s quite good, actually; there are more people here than usual. A pair of girls are whispering in unsubtle admiration about Alice’s outfit, and his girl is practically bubbling over with glee.

And then Alice’s emotional signature flickers. For a split second, it’s like she’s disappeared. One moment where she doesn’t exist next to him - it’s a very cold feeling, a shocking one. A second later, she’s back and the vision is already upon her.

It’s been exactly the same since he met her. The visions make her blip out for a second. It’s a good warning, honestly, and right now he’s already focused on her, holding her hand and waiting for her return, the music already forgotten.

Alice looks and feels very distant, muted, when she’s having a vision. Her fingers grasp weakly at his sleeve as she stares off at something only she can see, and they wait. Frustration, disappointment, and curiosity leak out of her.

And then she’s back.

“It’s okay,” she says quietly, settling against him and the couch again. “Nothing urgent, nothing we need to worry about.”

“You’re sure?”

“I promise,” she smiled up at him. “But we are going to have to cut our night short - maybe go for a walk instead?”

“Of course, love.”

“Are you okay?”

They both look up at the barista who has appeared in front of them.

“I’m fine,” Alice smiles and the barista nods, and moves on. Alice watches her leave, ostensibly testing the future to see if the barista has found them strange enough to be memorable. A moment passes and Alice relaxes.

“Let’s go,” Jasper murmurs in her ear. “A walk sounds nice.”

“It does,” Alice takes his hand, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The drinks are forgotten on the table as they slip out, a few dollar bills tucked next to the untouched cups, as they step out into the rain.

“Might be a while before we can go back,” Alice says ruefully as they walk away. “Just in case.”

“Mmm. Maybe.” His arm slings around her shoulders as they slip down the street. “Gives us time to scope out some other places.”

Maybe it’s never been about playing human, about feeling human, coming to this coffee house, and all of the dozens in their past. Maybe’s it’s just about being in the world together. Hundreds and thousands of little coffee dates because it never gets old, being together.

Alice perks up and gives him a bright smile. “Anywhere with you is perfect.”

He takes her hand and presses a kiss to the knuckle as she smiles up at him and they slip away into the night.

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scentednerdkingdom · 4 months

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