[ Comparing Jacob to a mountain is a fairly apt description, and not just in size or patience; he doesn't bend, he doesn't break, and he can take practically everything thrown at him. But he can also be just as dangerous as one, a crushing force of nature, and if he wanted to it would be easy to to take Cora's action and turn it against her, break her like the other alphas had fought to.
But he opens his hands to her instead of clenching them into fists. It's not to coddle her or protect her from anything, not when she's seen her fair share of hardships already, but rather to give her somewhere to go when she doesn't want to think of those hardships. And even if she finds herself stuck in the past, he's already decided that he'll weasel his way into those dark corners to pull her back out again. ]
No? [ Even when she doesn't roll her eyes at him, Jacob can see the impulse there. Or at least the urge to make some kind of face at him, besides the scowl she's trying to make real. He'll keep prodding until it's wavered, soft around the edges. Even the smallest quirk is like gold, considering how rarely he gives them up, and he's maybe a little addicted to getting them now. ]
Hey-- [ Well, he's not surprised she snatches the pillow away from his grip, though he could put up a greater fight. Instead he just laughs and tips his head towards her, brows raising even as the corners of his eyes pinch with a smile. ] No matter how many times you tell me to shut up?
MY LOATHING IS LIMITLESS ❤
But he opens his hands to her instead of clenching them into fists. It's not to coddle her or protect her from anything, not when she's seen her fair share of hardships already, but rather to give her somewhere to go when she doesn't want to think of those hardships. And even if she finds herself stuck in the past, he's already decided that he'll weasel his way into those dark corners to pull her back out again. ]
No? [ Even when she doesn't roll her eyes at him, Jacob can see the impulse there. Or at least the urge to make some kind of face at him, besides the scowl she's trying to make real. He'll keep prodding until it's wavered, soft around the edges. Even the smallest quirk is like gold, considering how rarely he gives them up, and he's maybe a little addicted to getting them now. ]
Hey-- [ Well, he's not surprised she snatches the pillow away from his grip, though he could put up a greater fight. Instead he just laughs and tips his head towards her, brows raising even as the corners of his eyes pinch with a smile. ] No matter how many times you tell me to shut up?