He couldn't see the look Rose gave Alaric, but he could see the look Alaric gave Rose. Or at least, that there was a look given, which basically amounted to the same thing. Either way, his eyes narrowed sharply for a brief second.
How Rose met Elena. See, here was what happened when you didn't coordinate your half-truths: one person decided to mention the half where Rose wound up in Mystic Falls because she was helping break a curse, and someone else decided to mention the other half where the key to breaking the curse involved Elena's blood. It raised some interesting questions. And if Rose had ever come across like someone capable of masterminding an evil plan to break this curse instead of coming across as more easily spooked than anything, and if they hadn't had more pressing matters like being here, things would be...less peaceable.
As it was, there was no point in invoking the conversation now. It'd be a waste when he could wait to put it to better use. Besides, he'd rather have it when Rick wasn't around. Third party interference was always inconvenient.
(There was also the fact that he suspected that at some point, he must've let it go, or she wouldn't have been alive long enough to help out the way Elena had described. He was far less interested in how or why this even happened. Neither Rose's memories nor Elena's were his. He didn't see why they should've held any bearing to him.)
"Mm, Jules. Guess she was the one that bit you, huh." The remark was both flippant and not all at once.
It wasn't like he'd meant to set the wolf girl on her. Probably. He couldn't remember it, but why the hell would he ever do that? That would be like poking a bear and hoping it ate the right person instead of you. There were easier ways to kill a vampire.
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How Rose met Elena. See, here was what happened when you didn't coordinate your half-truths: one person decided to mention the half where Rose wound up in Mystic Falls because she was helping break a curse, and someone else decided to mention the other half where the key to breaking the curse involved Elena's blood. It raised some interesting questions. And if Rose had ever come across like someone capable of masterminding an evil plan to break this curse instead of coming across as more easily spooked than anything, and if they hadn't had more pressing matters like being here, things would be...less peaceable.
As it was, there was no point in invoking the conversation now. It'd be a waste when he could wait to put it to better use. Besides, he'd rather have it when Rick wasn't around. Third party interference was always inconvenient.
(There was also the fact that he suspected that at some point, he must've let it go, or she wouldn't have been alive long enough to help out the way Elena had described. He was far less interested in how or why this even happened. Neither Rose's memories nor Elena's were his. He didn't see why they should've held any bearing to him.)
"Mm, Jules. Guess she was the one that bit you, huh." The remark was both flippant and not all at once.
It wasn't like he'd meant to set the wolf girl on her. Probably. He couldn't remember it, but why the hell would he ever do that? That would be like poking a bear and hoping it ate the right person instead of you. There were easier ways to kill a vampire.