hostage // open + battle training

[jacob w.c.]

THE BLUE AND GREEN BELOW IS A MASTERPIECE — When Mel assured him he wouldn't be slowing the group down, the husky's ears perked in interest and he let a smile spread across his maw. He hadn't participated in anything like this for a very, very long time. He wasn't even sure he'd been in a race. He used to race all the time with the other boys on his street. He was never particularly fast but it'd been fun. After everything happened, things just hadn't been the same. Not only was he physically altered but the way people saw him changed. Maybe that was why he'd never told his Babbo about everything that'd happened. Maybe he thought that the idea that his little boy was in pain would make him rush out and take care of him when all Jacob wanted anymore was to be left alone. Finally there was someone who wasn't so concerned with his safety. He knew he was being hypocritical but he didn't care. If someone was in pain or appeared to be struggling, Jacob was always the first to offer to take the burden rather than let them handle it. "Oh! Okay! Thanks Mel, ya' didn' have ta' do tha'. Anyway, no, I ain't got any kinda' powers." A lie. But one he felt was necessary. Jacob never used his abilities and none of them were very combative anyway. He'd only ever used them to take things, not to hurt people. Now he preferred not to use them at all. That was part of the old way he lived. Not anymore. He didn't have a use for them in Snowbound. — BUT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL LIKE I'VE NEVER SEEN

"SPEECH"

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