Ugh — [ cora curls her lip up, it attempting to obscure the amusement that obviously wants to shape her face. she rolls her eyes. ] — No.
[ jacob talking is a little like stiles, but, she sometimes thinks the human speaks to her with the tiniest lick of fear. she doesn't know why. she does, sometimes, think it's because of her brother. or perhaps it's because of peter; he does enough to turn most off of the hale family name. but jacob doesn't; he talks and talks and talks to the point where she's either pushing him off a cliff or throwing herself from one. she doesn't do it in a bid to escape him, either. just as she suspects he's trying to get a laugh from her, she does it to get one from him. it's difficult to make derek laugh these days; hearing it from someone else, to know that it's not a sound that's becoming extinct, gives her hope that one day she'll hear it again. ]
[ also, jacob is dumb. dumb in the sense that he doesn't know these things, doesn't know peter, doesn't know laura, doesn't know derek or herself. he can't hold her up against the tales of the poor hale family, burnt alive in their house. he only knows what she tells him, or what derek tries to keep hidden. he doesn't look at her brother and see a lost little boy; he just sees derek as he is now. she can tell him the good things about peter, and remember her uncle for the man she had always thought him to be, not the monster he truly was. it helps her cope with her own denial; it's difficult piecing the two peters together, just as it's been difficult reconciling younger derek with this more jaded version of himself. ]
[ and he's also just dumb. don't ask cora why. ]
If the room isn't filled with your voice, you make it so. [ she lifts the pillow and hits him, lightly on the arm. ] You're being weird.
it is! it's delight! i would throw myself off a cliff in delight over this! ❤
[ jacob talking is a little like stiles, but, she sometimes thinks the human speaks to her with the tiniest lick of fear. she doesn't know why. she does, sometimes, think it's because of her brother. or perhaps it's because of peter; he does enough to turn most off of the hale family name. but jacob doesn't; he talks and talks and talks to the point where she's either pushing him off a cliff or throwing herself from one. she doesn't do it in a bid to escape him, either. just as she suspects he's trying to get a laugh from her, she does it to get one from him. it's difficult to make derek laugh these days; hearing it from someone else, to know that it's not a sound that's becoming extinct, gives her hope that one day she'll hear it again. ]
[ also, jacob is dumb. dumb in the sense that he doesn't know these things, doesn't know peter, doesn't know laura, doesn't know derek or herself. he can't hold her up against the tales of the poor hale family, burnt alive in their house. he only knows what she tells him, or what derek tries to keep hidden. he doesn't look at her brother and see a lost little boy; he just sees derek as he is now. she can tell him the good things about peter, and remember her uncle for the man she had always thought him to be, not the monster he truly was. it helps her cope with her own denial; it's difficult piecing the two peters together, just as it's been difficult reconciling younger derek with this more jaded version of himself. ]
[ and he's also just dumb. don't ask cora why. ]
If the room isn't filled with your voice, you make it so. [ she lifts the pillow and hits him, lightly on the arm. ] You're being weird.