"You want to be one of those bloodsuckers?" Seth blurts, and his ears turn bright red immediately and he darts a glance at Jasper's face, but he still has the same quiet, patient smile. It's understandable. For all he knows, the insults may even be an instinct. Jasper knows perfectly well that vampires and werewolves are meant to be enemies. Their own situation is...decidedly unique.
He opens his fingers when Natasha's hand slides down his arm, and gives her hand a careful, firm squeeze. "Carlisle will change her when they arrive," he says steadily, "we'll watch over her during her transformation, we'll take her hunting when she opens her eyes again. Alice and Natasha and myself have an understanding."
This new announcement, coming so hard on the heels of the news that the Black Widow is going to be a vampire soon because she wants to be, is clearly just a little too much for Seth to handle gracefully. He's still gaping, and his emotions are seesawing a little wildly between concern and disgust and disbelief and the exhilaration he's still riding on from getting to meet Natasha Romanoff in the first place. Even Jasper can't really tell them apart anymore. "That's all we had to say," he says with a respectful nod. "We won't keep you. Pleasure to see you again, Seth. Please give my regards to Sam and the rest of the pack, whatever they'd like to do with them."
The wry well-wishes are enough for Seth to collect himself a little more, and he nods back jerkily before taking a step back. "Um, nice to see you too. Nice to meet you. I guess we'll, um. Come talk to us when the, the other bloodsuckers get close enough to start making trouble and we'll see what we can do, I guess."
"That's kind of you, I'll do that," Jasper says, still unmoving, Natasha's palm warm in his hand. She's the one who reached for him first, and Jasper knows that hadn't passed Seth's notice. He looks down at their joined hands for a long moment, then takes another step back before turning and trotting for the bushes. Jasper doesn't move until he hears the transformation and the gallop of paws heading away from them, back toward the shore. "I think that went decidedly well, considering all we had for them was bad news."
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He opens his fingers when Natasha's hand slides down his arm, and gives her hand a careful, firm squeeze. "Carlisle will change her when they arrive," he says steadily, "we'll watch over her during her transformation, we'll take her hunting when she opens her eyes again. Alice and Natasha and myself have an understanding."
This new announcement, coming so hard on the heels of the news that the Black Widow is going to be a vampire soon because she wants to be, is clearly just a little too much for Seth to handle gracefully. He's still gaping, and his emotions are seesawing a little wildly between concern and disgust and disbelief and the exhilaration he's still riding on from getting to meet Natasha Romanoff in the first place. Even Jasper can't really tell them apart anymore. "That's all we had to say," he says with a respectful nod. "We won't keep you. Pleasure to see you again, Seth. Please give my regards to Sam and the rest of the pack, whatever they'd like to do with them."
The wry well-wishes are enough for Seth to collect himself a little more, and he nods back jerkily before taking a step back. "Um, nice to see you too. Nice to meet you. I guess we'll, um. Come talk to us when the, the other bloodsuckers get close enough to start making trouble and we'll see what we can do, I guess."
"That's kind of you, I'll do that," Jasper says, still unmoving, Natasha's palm warm in his hand. She's the one who reached for him first, and Jasper knows that hadn't passed Seth's notice. He looks down at their joined hands for a long moment, then takes another step back before turning and trotting for the bushes. Jasper doesn't move until he hears the transformation and the gallop of paws heading away from them, back toward the shore. "I think that went decidedly well, considering all we had for them was bad news."