[ 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.
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? ]