[ 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. ]
it is important for you to know that i wrote this tag while on holiday because you suck
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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. ]
it is important for you to know that i wrote this tag while on holiday because you suck
[ 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? ]