rosalie hale. | _@coldbarbie

           Seth hadn’t anticipated this. Never in a million years,
           did he think for one second, that he would be sitting in
     the living room of the Cullen’s multifaceted glass castle alone
  with Rosalie Hale. Leah, of course, had refused to participate in
       whatever discussion had been taking place upstairs — she
     preferred patrol. Carlisle, Esme, and Jacob were addressing 
      the lengths of which Sam was willing to go to get to Bella, the
            measures he would take to remove the hybrid child
                    before it was born. The boys were hunting.
                 Alice ? The fact that she was on the roof, was
                made only evident by the intermittent pattering
                of delicate, tentative footsteps. If it were not for
    Seth’s excellent hearing, he probably wouldn’t even notice.

                         Adjusting himself carefully on this grey, modern - style sofa,
                       Seth held his glass high, making sure not to spill the cranberry
                              juice he’d been sipping on for the past twenty minutes.
                          Esme always kept refreshments in the house — for Bella,
                           and now, for the wolves. The couch itself really wasn’t very
                                               comfortable ; he guessed it was more
                                                    for show than for anything else.

    In all honesty, the absence of communication was more unsettling than
the couch, which might as well have been crafted from plywood and suede.
  The idea that people pay thousands of dollars for unique, custom - made
                  furniture was nothing short of baffling in Seth’s mind.

Everything Seth heard about Rosalie, came from Edward, through Bella,
and and eventually made it through the mouth of Jacob. Almost
as if people were afraid to talk about her, even utter her name, every piece
of information he gathered about this beautiful blonde vampire was
like some sort of rumor. 

‘ You know, she’s probably killed more people than Edward. ‘ Or, 
‘ She really doesn’t love anyone you know. She’s too cold to love. ‘
Jacob never really used the word, ‘ bitch ‘, but Seth could tell in the way
that Jacob curled his lip, it’s what he meant. People would call his sister
that all the time. They would say that she was frigid, impersonal, shrewd,
bitter, and any number of other disrespectful names. They hung her pain
over her head, forgetting that she, too, was very much a person — a person
capable of compassion, love, and sacrifice. In a way, he could
relate to that — at least through his experience observing Leah
in a way that others could not. He lived with her.

                                                                                        ❝ Hey. ❞
                                                                                       ❝ Look. ❞
                                                                            ❝ I know I smell bad. ❞
                                                                       ❝ I even took two showers. ❞
                                                                  ❝ Put on some of Jake’s cologne. ❞
                                                       ❝ And wore a t - shirt right out of the laundry. ❞

       Seth was never interested in the business
  of passing judgment onto others without reason.
        Rosalie, however, with her flared nostrils
  and yellow eyes like daggers, wasn’t making it
                 very easy to get comfortable.

                                                       ❝ … ❞
                                                      ❝ But. ❞
                                                ❝ You know. ❞
                      ❝ Vampires don’t smell too awesome, either. ❞