[ 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. ]
[ Fingers flexing in the bed where he supports his weight, he tilts his head the slightest bit towards her and feels his expression softening. Cora doesn't like not having answers, and he's figured that much out in their time together. Which means that he will absolutely tease her before he actually answers, or shows her, drawing it out and making it worth asking. Because damn, is she proud, too.
It's fun, doing this. The rough edges don't quite disappear, but the the darkness fades and gives way to something brighter. Shaped as she is by her past, Cora is more than it and Jacob knows it. All it is is just a matter of finding it, pushing as much as she pushes at him and seeing what will happen. But sometimes, he stops pushing and just lets her release, and the fact that she can do that at all with him just warms something in his chest.
This is drastically different from what he's dealt with, before, and it's refreshing. Much as he acts bright, upbeat and friendly, he can remember moments where he could certainly fit in with their guests. But not everything is about darker times, and he'll remember that every time it starts to loom over him. It's impossible to always be bright, but at least he knows his way out of it, and can help people stuck similarly.
He gives a faint tug to the pillow, grip firm in that moment before relaxing again. Teasing, waiting to see what she does with the pillow. ]
It finally sunk in? [ A faint chuckle leaves him. What comes out next is definitely a joke: ] It's good quiet time weather?
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ cora won't lie; she's a little disappointed he doesn't fight back. but she thinks that disappointment stems from all the pent up frustration she still feels, even after all this time, at the fact that nobody does anything. no one moves, no one fights back, no come claims vengeance. she doesn't understand it, the inability to hit back, even when it's just all fun and games. she's been on edge for so long that she finds it difficult, in most situations, to back away from it. ]
[ maybe that's why, after some time, she's the one who initiates half of the cliff-diving. if she can't emotionally push herself off the edge, she might as well do it literally. she won't ever give voice to the gratitude she has for jacob for that, for her new-found ability to let go. ]
[ now she's digging herself quite a hole. and she knows, come tomorrow, that he'll remember this conversation, especially the moment she tells him to shut up. she does it because — well, it's a little expected of her at times. she's the grump, he's the sun, and she tries to dampen his brightness down a few pegs. telling him to be quiet has the exact opposite effect, and, maybe, she does it on purpose. ]
[ cora opens her mouth, then closes it, pressing hard down on her lips in annoyance. instead of giving a lame answer a voice, she, instead, decides to whack him with the pillow. not once, but twice. and maybe a few times after that. ]
[ There's no denying that Cora is all action, even when stationary. It's like she's thrumming with the energy beneath her skin. And Jacob's not oblivious to it, or her need for action even when they're at ease like this. But he's also not oblivious to the fact that she's let go around him, found somewhere to channel all that energy, which is a stark contrast to how she was back when she and her brother first arrived in Forks.
So he encourages that release, hoping to help her and to maybe make things easier for her while she's here. Because he knows, eventually, that the Hales are going to leave this place on their continuing quest and their escape from Beacon Hills. Maybe they'll come back sometime, but he's going to hold onto this while he still can, and this thing that he and Cora have.
Hell if he knows what to describe it as, but he looks forward to it every day by this point. Cora might liken herself to a cloud, raining on his sunny parade, but he likes the grumpy cloud of a girl. She's his grumpy cloud, and if he can brighten her a little then he'll do what he can to get there. ]
Oh come on-- [ She keeps hitting him, and he decides he's had enough of it without retribution. Reaching to snag one of her other pillows, he swings it around to hit her back, baring his teeth in a mock-snarl, all-smile. ]
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Hey! [ the pillow attacking him stops. she holds her weapon up, covering her face as a shield against his new way of attack. she'd been hitting him with more than a pillow since the day they met; with her words, her distance, her stone walls. cora knows how to throw a punch, there's no doubt that she understands the physical nature of fighting, but when it comes to not closing all doors and windows to someone possibly getting to know her, it's still something new. she struggles to find a balance with even her brother. but she forgets, sometimes, that jacob black isn't an unmoving wall; he strikes back. she'd been wondering when he would — if he would — for he never struck her as the type to simply take shit from those he cares about. (and he doesn't. cora's blind to seeing that him sticking around is him fighting her every step of the way.) ]
[ supposedly cares about. it's weird to think of herself as someone he could care about. he's the sun and she's the cloud. don't clouds block the warmth of the sun? ]
[ she chooses to reprimand him instead. she frowns, her tone serious. ] You're not supposed to fight back.
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[ 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?
I hate you too ❤
It's fun, doing this. The rough edges don't quite disappear, but the the darkness fades and gives way to something brighter. Shaped as she is by her past, Cora is more than it and Jacob knows it. All it is is just a matter of finding it, pushing as much as she pushes at him and seeing what will happen. But sometimes, he stops pushing and just lets her release, and the fact that she can do that at all with him just warms something in his chest.
This is drastically different from what he's dealt with, before, and it's refreshing. Much as he acts bright, upbeat and friendly, he can remember moments where he could certainly fit in with their guests. But not everything is about darker times, and he'll remember that every time it starts to loom over him. It's impossible to always be bright, but at least he knows his way out of it, and can help people stuck similarly.
He gives a faint tug to the pillow, grip firm in that moment before relaxing again. Teasing, waiting to see what she does with the pillow. ]
It finally sunk in? [ A faint chuckle leaves him. What comes out next is definitely a joke: ] It's good quiet time weather?
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. ]
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?
LIKE MY LOVE FOR YOU ❤
[ maybe that's why, after some time, she's the one who initiates half of the cliff-diving. if she can't emotionally push herself off the edge, she might as well do it literally. she won't ever give voice to the gratitude she has for jacob for that, for her new-found ability to let go. ]
[ now she's digging herself quite a hole. and she knows, come tomorrow, that he'll remember this conversation, especially the moment she tells him to shut up. she does it because — well, it's a little expected of her at times. she's the grump, he's the sun, and she tries to dampen his brightness down a few pegs. telling him to be quiet has the exact opposite effect, and, maybe, she does it on purpose. ]
[ cora opens her mouth, then closes it, pressing hard down on her lips in annoyance. instead of giving a lame answer a voice, she, instead, decides to whack him with the pillow. not once, but twice. and maybe a few times after that. ]
AND MINE FOR YOU ❤
So he encourages that release, hoping to help her and to maybe make things easier for her while she's here. Because he knows, eventually, that the Hales are going to leave this place on their continuing quest and their escape from Beacon Hills. Maybe they'll come back sometime, but he's going to hold onto this while he still can, and this thing that he and Cora have.
Hell if he knows what to describe it as, but he looks forward to it every day by this point. Cora might liken herself to a cloud, raining on his sunny parade, but he likes the grumpy cloud of a girl. She's his grumpy cloud, and if he can brighten her a little then he'll do what he can to get there. ]
Oh come on-- [ She keeps hitting him, and he decides he's had enough of it without retribution. Reaching to snag one of her other pillows, he swings it around to hit her back, baring his teeth in a mock-snarl, all-smile. ]
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[ supposedly cares about. it's weird to think of herself as someone he could care about. he's the sun and she's the cloud. don't clouds block the warmth of the sun? ]
[ she chooses to reprimand him instead. she frowns, her tone serious. ] You're not supposed to fight back.
[ except he is. ]
[ and he does. ]
[ of course. ]
[ hasn't he been fighting her all this time? ]