fanfiction appreciation: in the dark of the night by girlwhowrites.
“What are you Alice?” he asks finally, gentler than he thinks he is capable of.
“A runaway. A hunted thing,” she muses as the last few miles of Nevada flash by. The night feels endless; the dashboard clock is warped from his destruction of the radio, and still points to 1:07 a.m, a fantastic crack right through the centre. “There are so many names for us, Jasper. I’d prefer if you just used mine.”
He has nothing to say to that, so he just nods.














