plumbeusangelus:

Edward believed that Seth had a unique mind. Usually, Seth’s thoughts brought a smile to his face simply because Seth’s mind was one of the few minds he had ever come across that were actually refreshing  to listen to. He likes to think of Seth’s mind as something that’s sincere—something that’s usually kind.

Perhaps that was part of the reason Edward had grown rather fond of the Clearwater boy. He even loosely considered them to be friends.

Raising his brows at Seth, he nods, signaling that Seth can go on and ask whatever he’d like to.

But just in case he needs further confirmation, he decides to announce it verbally as well.

                                  ❝Of course, Seth. You can ask me anything you’d like.❞

[ And that’s not something he’d say to very many people ; he simply assumes that Seth doesn’t have a weird or inappropriate question to ask.

Some of the other people’s minds he was surrounded by, well, Edward certainly wouldn’t give them permission to ask him anything they wanted. ]

                     _{Seth had learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, fear diminishes; knowing what must be done does away with that fear—and above all else, greeting your alleged enemies with a smile, was more powerful than coming to battle with a blade in hand.} 

                      _{Edward, was one of the few that proved not to be hostile.
Instead, he was more a friend to Seth than anything else. Seth might have attested to the fact; he might have said that the feeling of kinship was mutual, too.} 

                                          _{❝Well….❞
                        ❝It’s kind of uncomfortable.❞}

                                             _❝….❞

                       _{❝Do you read my mind a lot?❞
                    ❝….Do you ever hear what I say?❞
                                  ❝About certain—….❞
                                      ❝—….people?❞}

                 <sub>He had a crush on Alice, Edward's sister of sorts. Sometimes he thought about it–her. Of course, he had failed to act on it. Even if he did — he was far too young to be considered viable by any of Edward’s family members. It was more of a harmless crush if anything. 

        Though, the fleeting thoughts about Jacob and the male members of Edward’s immediate family were another story entirely. He pursed his lips, and looked down in response—he tried to play it off as best as he could with a smile, as best as he could muster—he was the one who asked anyway. He’d never been lewd or inappropriate with his thoughts, but the prospect of kissing someone–just a kiss–played as a reoccurring theme in his head. A lingering sentiment of embarrassment remained—– he had a feeling that he knew Edward’s answer already.</sub>