THE HANDS OF INNOCENCE / o, joining

[jacob w.c.]

[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob knew about the power of names all too well. The power of his name had burned his house down, gotten him kidnapped, and forced him away from the only home he knew. None of it was because of anything he'd done but his fathers carried a reputation he couldn't seem to shake away. He knew he didn't really need to hide both of them, there were plenty of people that didn't know he'd taken the Wickliff name and this far out there wouldn't be anyone hunting him down. Harrison Wickliff had died in the same fire that'd scarred his body and damaged his legs and his crimes were stopped with his death. No one had known then how sick he'd been. If only they knew they would've just had to wait a few months, there was no real reason to go to all that trouble. However, Jacob always suspected there'd been more behind that fire. It seemed strange someone would target the Wickliff household. They were criminals, yes, but not nearly notorious enough to attract any real attention. At least, that's what Jacob thought. That'd been the whole point of going there in the first place, that was why he'd been raised there. After all was said and done, he didn't even sound like his baboo and he looked more like his mother than his father. However, the Corleone name seemed to be a curse. While he wouldn't abandon it (he valued his family far too much for that), there was no denying the trouble it caused him and the people around him. The troubles that followed that name was what made him come to Snowbound in the first place. He supposed that must mean that some good came out of it all, in the end.

He noticed the way Roy's voice shook. It was hardly there but Jacob knew to pay attention to such tiny details. He didn't recognize the name but that didn't mean it was unimportant. He smiled and answered, "Same 'ere." Even with the show of trust, the months of caution and secrecy that'd been driven into him wouldn't be shaken. He then listened as the boy before him discussed the territory and he found himself quickly nodding in agreement. "Oh, I love it. I grew up in a city n' I always loved the winter 'cause it made all the trees look so pretty n' I got ta' wear sweaters n' everythin'. There, though, it all got dirty pretty quick. Out here, 's just beautiful with out nothin' ta' bother it," he paused a moment before adding, "Well, would ya' like for me ta' show ya' where our camp is?"

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.