lullaby // joining

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Not too long ago, Jacob had been making the trek here with Jersey. They'd heard of the various groups forming back in the city and, especially after their recent troubles, the brothers decided it was time for a change in scenery. What they hadn't anticipated was how difficult the journey here would actually be. That journey was made even more difficult by the face Jersey had forced Jacob to carry all of their stuff for most of the way and Jacob's legs weren't exactly in working order. Still, after a few days of rest, he felt as good as he ever would (which, was to say, not very good at all) and he went about exploring the new territory and trying to stretch his legs. He was terrified that if he didn't get out every single day and walk around, one day he'd wake up and he wouldn't be able to move at all. He knew that day was coming. He'd was doing everything he could to treat his leg but after all he'd been trough, it was looking less likely every day that anything would change for the better. He didn't regret what he'd done and he knew that if Jersey was ever in danger again and he knew the full risks, he would've still tried to help his brother, but there was no denying the pain and discomfort it caused him. He didn't say much about it, though. While Jersey would never admit to it, Jacob sometimes worried he'd feel guilty about everything but Jacob had tried to assure him that everything that happened was because of decisions Jacob made. Not only that, but he didn't want to seem like he was seeking attention or pulling treatment away from those who could actually get better. Currently, he was content with treating himself. If he ever needed more help, he just had to ask.

His thoughts were pulled from his injuries when he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air and made his way towards it. He noticed a stranger and then, as he came closer, noticed Cry. "Hello! You're on Snowbound territory. Who're you n' why're ya' 'ere?" the boy called. When he was close enough, he settled down to relax his bad legs before he began to look over the strange girl with clear concern in his gaze. "We 'ave shelter n' food, so long as ya' aren't tryin' ta' threatin' us or somethin'. You'd be welcome ta' stay as long as ya' need, even if you're headin' somewhere else," he added. He wasn't sure if they were supposed to offer such services to outsiders but he couldn't stand to just leave someone out in the cold. If she didn't get somewhere soon and get something to eat, he worried she'd get hurt or worse.

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

#psychosocial.