[ There's some kind of delight in getting Cora to roll her eyes at him, and Jacob just grins like a damn sunbeam at her in response, instead of being bothered by it.
There's an oldness to the wolves in Forks, but at the same time they're not world weary. Looking at Derek, looking at Cora, they're world weary. His pack is old like wood, like the forest that surrounds their home, living and growing. The Hales are old like ruins, aging and crumbling and needing rebuilt. And maybe that's why they're in Forks, why they're on their quest for information and old family secrets that are tucked away in their cross-country quest. Together they're a foundation, but there are so many setbacks that keep them from rising as they should.
But at the same time, he doesn't seem them as the ruins that they make themselves out to be. They're just them. Cora's brother can be funny, and he's actually pretty nice despite the gruff exterior displays. In the same vein, Cora's sarcastic bite hides softness that he weasels out of her. They're just made of complex layers, and he likes them as they are. He'd just like it if they were happier.
Like it if Cora was happier.
Shifting to sit up a little more, he curls in towards her as she leans in, fingers secured loosely around the pillow. There are others he can use for weaponry, if he really wants to, but right now he's mostly just focusing on her, eyes scanning her face as she narrows her eyes at him. Much as she scowls at him, he's used to this. ] Why not?
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There's an oldness to the wolves in Forks, but at the same time they're not world weary. Looking at Derek, looking at Cora, they're world weary. His pack is old like wood, like the forest that surrounds their home, living and growing. The Hales are old like ruins, aging and crumbling and needing rebuilt. And maybe that's why they're in Forks, why they're on their quest for information and old family secrets that are tucked away in their cross-country quest. Together they're a foundation, but there are so many setbacks that keep them from rising as they should.
But at the same time, he doesn't seem them as the ruins that they make themselves out to be. They're just them. Cora's brother can be funny, and he's actually pretty nice despite the gruff exterior displays. In the same vein, Cora's sarcastic bite hides softness that he weasels out of her. They're just made of complex layers, and he likes them as they are. He'd just like it if they were happier.
Like it if Cora was happier.
Shifting to sit up a little more, he curls in towards her as she leans in, fingers secured loosely around the pillow. There are others he can use for weaponry, if he really wants to, but right now he's mostly just focusing on her, eyes scanning her face as she narrows her eyes at him. Much as she scowls at him, he's used to this. ] Why not?