Seaweed, Seaweed // Shell gifts

[jacob w.c.]

the subtle grace of gravity

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code by spacexual

Jacob loved crafting. He had ever since his mother showed him how to bake, how to sew, how to draw, how to paint. She taught him everything that brought him peace and, for some time, she had been his peace. Even if she wasn't still here, he felt more at peace by doing the things she'd taught him. Maybe that was why he insisted on being a doctor. If he was doing that, then he felt like he was still making her proud of him. Even with all the nightmares and hallucinations, he knew she loved him and he hoped she'd be proud of him. He knew she wouldn't necessarily approve of Pincher, she'd never really approved of Jerseyboy despite her love for him, but she would understand. She hadn't wanted Jacob to spend so much time with him and she told him about how he was a bad influence but that never stopped her from loving either of them. He was sure she'd be alright with Pincher. Eventually. Maybe he just shouldn't think about it so much. Of course she'd support him. She'd even told him so in one of his dreams. She had been so nice in that one, just as he remembered her. Supportive and loving. Sometimes he wondered if it'd really been her. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?

Thankfully, his thoughts were drawn from the confusion of that night and instead was focused on the lovely craft before him. He approached behind Rochelle with a light smile on his maw, settling down to look at what Solveig had already created. "Wow, these are real nice lookin'. I bet Pinch n' Goldie would love 'em. They like all tha' stuff with the sea n' everythin'. I think I'll try makin' some, if ya' don' mind," Jacob spoke before glancing up towards the woman that'd created them and then to the girl who'd come just before him. "Oh, uh, 'm sorry, I don' think I've met either ah' ya'. My name's Jacob, 's nice ta' meet ya' both," he greeted warmly before dropping his gaze to the delicate creations once again. He then made his way over to the box of strings and beads and shells, slowly picking it up and setting out a few beads, trying to decide which ones to use first. He'd make Goldie's first. He had plenty of presents prepared for Pincher and he didn't want her to feel left out. [div style="width: 602px;font-family: fontname;font-size: 8pt;color: #3F4C6F;text-align: right;margin-top: -5px;"]the heavy weight of stone