Splinters & Scrapes | @skeletcnkey· (for jasper) | continued from x
a large book lays open upon a bookbag with a smaller book propped on top of a rock near the tree she had been seated against. perhaps it was a bit odd–considering they were gathered on a make-shift training ground– that she had brought her textbooks but finals were upon them and while bella might be conducting her end of semester work remotely she was determined she maintained some level of normalcy within her life. she would endure the tensions which had arisen (not unexpectedly) between her and edward and in turn him and jasper and their relationship and she would train wholeheartedly because she refused to allow victoria to hurt anyone else, but that didn’t mean she was going to throw away her first year of college. in a week she would go back to seattle for finals and then summer would be upon them (if they survived the coming battle in forks). that said, perhaps she had been staring at her books for too long.
“that depends, old man, what counts as history?” bella questions teasingly and perhaps with a slight spark of suggestion in her emotions as she puts her books back into her bag and begins standing up, slipping slightly on a patch of wet grass and catching herself on the tree. “crap–” a splinter and scrape and with them.. a small amount of blood. “jasper..” tension shifts into bella’s emotions, worry creasing her features as she nods toward the others, a plea for him to use his powers to send calm vibes out. she has no worry about him harming her (after all, she’d allowed him to feed from her and even with the added bloodlust of the others, she held faith he would be able to resist) but she’s worried about what will happen if the wolves see the cullens react to the scent of blood in the air.
thankfully, the wind hadn’t changed yet but at least rosalie who had been near them stared at them pointedly, whatever was in her mind causing edward to tense and begin a walk toward them. rosalie remembers the party and frustration rises within her. her whole family was surrounded by wolves, holding a tense alliance as it was. if something happened.. how was it that bella was always at the epicenter of her family being in danger? jaw tightens and a look is shared with bella before rosalie moves to intercept edward who seems annoyed by something she’d mentally projected at him. “carlisle, sam.. we’re going to call it day! right, jasper?” bella calls out for everyone to hear, her hand shielded from sight by her bookbag but she doesn’t wait for an answer or the winds to change and alert everyone. no, she simply heads away from the clearing and toward jasper’s car with the intention of him following her.
Jasper’s attention has drifted once again to the Cullens (his family) and the wolves they’ve managed a rather tremulous alliance with, watching their movements and filing away whatever minor suggestions he may have. The desire exists to head down there with them, but he remains where he is for the time being. While it could be beneficial for him to provide his assistance as they are preparing for the approaching battle, given the current climate he feels it’s best for training to proceed as such. Even if it might be (logically) somewhat less productive. It’s all been weighing pretty heavily on his mind lately with everything that’s happened and somewhat distracting. Even so, he offers Bella an eyebrow raise at her response, features carefully composed.
The question is unspoken; only revealed in the expression he’s wearing, but he’s sure she’ll catch his meaning. The exchange is brief, though, and before anything can be said on Jasper’s part, Bella slips and consequently scrapes her hand. It happens quickly enough and appears benign enough that he doesn’t react outside of a concerned look until the scent of her blood hits him. While he still battles with his control, circumstances have allowed the struggle to be more easily subdued--- at the very least. He doesn’t really take the time to further assess his own issues, concerned more with assuring no one else has become wise to the situation. Primarily, the Cullens. Jasper sends a sweeping glance out to them, already using his abilities to maintain a calm amongst the family. His eyes catch and meet momentarily with Rosalie as she’s looking over at Bella and himself, but she’s the only one he looks at directly before turning back to Bella who’s directing him toward the car.
Without bothering to add anything more than a nod to Bella’s explanation for the exit, Jasper follows several paces behind her. He walks in silence until they reach the car, waiting even until after they’re both seated and buckled with the windows cracked before he says anything. “You okay?” He doesn’t mean her injury; knows well enough it isn’t something to worry excessively over. The situation had gotten a little hairy, however unintentionally, and tensions were not exactly low to begin with.
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