CHOKING ON THEIR HALOS / open + joining

[jacob w.c.]

the subtle grace of gravity

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Jacob wasn't sure he'd ever wanted to punch someone in the face more than he did in this moment, except maybe Caesar. He'd actually followed through with that, though, so he didn't think it really counted. As Luca kept talking and winking at Pinch, Jacob looked more and more angry. His smile dropped and he seemed moments from either springing at Luca or turning and just walking away.  "Yes, actually, ya' are," he answered, the false kindness of his tone gone. He just wanted to be away from here. "Unless there's somethin' ya' don' understand about the word fiance, I don' really think there'll be a next time." His words were unusually cold as he turned, brushing again Pincher as he left and hoping his fiance would follow, though he wasn't so sure he would now. How could he say that? Anger and worry dug at his chest as he left, tears already building in his eyes. How could he be this stupid?

//out oof

the heavy weight of stone