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JACOB WICKLIFF CORLEONE
Jacob hated destiny. Jacob hated dying. He didn't know exactly how long it'd been since he dragged himself here, begging to see Pincher but ultimately bleeding out before ever seeing hte ma. He had no concept of how much time had passed but he could only hope he wasn't too late. What was important was the people that threatened his family were gone and they were all safe. Nothing else mattered, though he would like to come back and see things as he mostly remembered them. His heart ached. He could remember what happened before he died, but he suppressed the memories. He didn't matter right now. While Jacob Wickliff could be accused of sometimes being cowardly, being too slow to act, being too forgiving and too trusting, most wouldn't describe him as selfish. He did all he could for his friends and family bu, still, sometimes that wasn't enough. This was often taken to unhealthy degrees but Jacob didn't care. He just wanted everything to be like it was.
He wanted to be married to his husband, to love his children, to give out lots of sweaters and pasta. That was all he wanted. He didn't care if he was some sort of sorcerer meant for a higher calling. His calling was living with his husband, making sweaters, eating pasta, and that was all. There was nothing beyond that. At least he hoped not. The universe had a way of throwing that back on him but that didn't mean he would stop trying. He was persistent, at the very least.
He wasn't sure what happened but he woke up in the submarine. He woke with a start, sitting up quickly and gasping. his paw flinging to his chest but only meeting the soft fabric of a bright yellow sweater. Where was he? His eyes darted wildly in his head but he soon relaxed when he saw he was home. He couldn't claim to know how or why he was here, but he was. He vaguely remembered something about Pincher. Something very important that someone had told him while he was dead. He wasn't in any immediate danger, though. So what could it have been? Pincher very well could be the danger. That thought made him smile. He missed him. He missed Goldie. He never even got to meet any of his own kids. Slowly, he got up. He winced. He had hoped dying would take care of his legs but that didn't seem to be the case. The universe was not that merciful. That was alright, he could accept one miracle.
He rose from his dead and made his way out. He wasn't sure why, but there had been a rubber duck in the blanket he'd been sitting on. What a perfect gift to give Pincher on his first day back. Maybe the universe was more full of miracles than he thought. "Deniz? Goldie?" The man called, hoping that either of them would be around. He glanced down to his body once again. How could the wounds just be gone? Maybe it was better not to think of it. He wondered if he had scars from what had happened before he died. No, that wasn't important. No more of that. No more. He couldn't bear it.
He wanted to be married to his husband, to love his children, to give out lots of sweaters and pasta. That was all he wanted. He didn't care if he was some sort of sorcerer meant for a higher calling. His calling was living with his husband, making sweaters, eating pasta, and that was all. There was nothing beyond that. At least he hoped not. The universe had a way of throwing that back on him but that didn't mean he would stop trying. He was persistent, at the very least.
He wasn't sure what happened but he woke up in the submarine. He woke with a start, sitting up quickly and gasping. his paw flinging to his chest but only meeting the soft fabric of a bright yellow sweater. Where was he? His eyes darted wildly in his head but he soon relaxed when he saw he was home. He couldn't claim to know how or why he was here, but he was. He vaguely remembered something about Pincher. Something very important that someone had told him while he was dead. He wasn't in any immediate danger, though. So what could it have been? Pincher very well could be the danger. That thought made him smile. He missed him. He missed Goldie. He never even got to meet any of his own kids. Slowly, he got up. He winced. He had hoped dying would take care of his legs but that didn't seem to be the case. The universe was not that merciful. That was alright, he could accept one miracle.
He rose from his dead and made his way out. He wasn't sure why, but there had been a rubber duck in the blanket he'd been sitting on. What a perfect gift to give Pincher on his first day back. Maybe the universe was more full of miracles than he thought. "Deniz? Goldie?" The man called, hoping that either of them would be around. He glanced down to his body once again. How could the wounds just be gone? Maybe it was better not to think of it. He wondered if he had scars from what had happened before he died. No, that wasn't important. No more of that. No more. He couldn't bear it.
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