[ he relaxes his grip, but, cora does hesitate. she's all about action; she charged at aiden, fully knowing he could break almost every bone in her body without even moving his own. but she did it because she felt she had to. inaction is never an answer for her; she has to move, constantly, to make sure that she's untouchable, that, somehow, she's left her mark on the world just in case. it's because of the hales being immobilised that they all perished in flames. ]
[ cora won't allow that. and even though jacob is nothing like fire, sometimes, he still burns her when he's around. and it's that that she can't quite understand, despite knowing full well why she gives him the power to even be able to inflict such things upon her. enjoying his company is like being out in the sun for too long; it sometimes makes her head spin and her neck feel hot and all she wants to do is dive into the water below. ]
[ she wants to roll her eyes again, but she has a feeling he'll just mock her like he had a few moments ago. he's so predictable in his teenage boy childishness that she almost wants to scoff. ]
No. [ cora hale knows one thing about jacob black: nothing ever sinks in. ] And no. [ she decides, then, that it's now or never. he'll continue to hold the pillow while she does, and she has a feeling that if she lets go, he'll send it flying her way within seconds. leaning back, she tries to pull it from his momentarily slackened grip. ] I don't like quiet time.
[ which is the only way cora will ever admit that she likes it when jacob black's voice is all she hears. ]
SO MUCH ❤
[ cora won't allow that. and even though jacob is nothing like fire, sometimes, he still burns her when he's around. and it's that that she can't quite understand, despite knowing full well why she gives him the power to even be able to inflict such things upon her. enjoying his company is like being out in the sun for too long; it sometimes makes her head spin and her neck feel hot and all she wants to do is dive into the water below. ]
[ she wants to roll her eyes again, but she has a feeling he'll just mock her like he had a few moments ago. he's so predictable in his teenage boy childishness that she almost wants to scoff. ]
No. [ cora hale knows one thing about jacob black: nothing ever sinks in. ] And no. [ she decides, then, that it's now or never. he'll continue to hold the pillow while she does, and she has a feeling that if she lets go, he'll send it flying her way within seconds. leaning back, she tries to pull it from his momentarily slackened grip. ] I don't like quiet time.
[ which is the only way cora will ever admit that she likes it when jacob black's voice is all she hears. ]