[ he can't hear her thoughts, yet, he reacts as though he does. he's not meant to be gripping the pillow any tighter than he is right now. he's not supposed to be thinking along the same lines as her. him leaning forward was meant to give her the chance to pull it from his grip and slap him hard in the chest with it — harder than she did before. ]
[ he's always throwing kinks into her plans. the days she wants to be scowly and tragic cora end up being ones where she feels as though she's that carefree little girl she used to be, but taller and wiser and with a few more scars. they don't feel as heavy, though. she's sure this is what the gang at beacon hills may have been like, if the world wasn't falling down around them every other day. she doesn't know if derek would be like this; his walls are tall and incredibly dense that not even someone with a jackhammer could make it crumble. ]
[ but if jacob has walls, he allows the sun to shine through. he's blinding, sometimes, in how he is. he's unlike many people cora knows; so sunny and so bright and always laughing. it's those moments when he's not that she wants to know why. she'll punch whoever it is that has caused him to stop. (she always think it's a girl. isn't it always a girl?) ]
[ cora keeps her eyes narrowed. he's going to give himself away, somehow; he'll falter in his grip and that's when she'll be able to strike. but she's starting to think that this strategy is caving in on itself; whenever she pushes jacob, he pushes back, never one to ever relent. it's only at the cliffs that he falls — and that's because of gravity. and, she thinks he lets it; it's his way of wanting her to feel just a little powerful in seeing the big, broad alpha fall into the watery depths below. ]
i hate you ❤
[ he's always throwing kinks into her plans. the days she wants to be scowly and tragic cora end up being ones where she feels as though she's that carefree little girl she used to be, but taller and wiser and with a few more scars. they don't feel as heavy, though. she's sure this is what the gang at beacon hills may have been like, if the world wasn't falling down around them every other day. she doesn't know if derek would be like this; his walls are tall and incredibly dense that not even someone with a jackhammer could make it crumble. ]
[ but if jacob has walls, he allows the sun to shine through. he's blinding, sometimes, in how he is. he's unlike many people cora knows; so sunny and so bright and always laughing. it's those moments when he's not that she wants to know why. she'll punch whoever it is that has caused him to stop. (she always think it's a girl. isn't it always a girl?) ]
[ cora keeps her eyes narrowed. he's going to give himself away, somehow; he'll falter in his grip and that's when she'll be able to strike. but she's starting to think that this strategy is caving in on itself; whenever she pushes jacob, he pushes back, never one to ever relent. it's only at the cliffs that he falls — and that's because of gravity. and, she thinks he lets it; it's his way of wanting her to feel just a little powerful in seeing the big, broad alpha fall into the watery depths below. ]
Why the peace and quiet now?