HEARD YOUR VOICE | O, JOINING/LOST

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob could remember the city. He knew that shouldn't be surprising; he'd only left it a few weeks ago. Snowbound was a tiny breath in the expanse of his life at this point but he supposed he had hoped that the snow would wash away the dirt of the city faster than it had. Every single night, though, he was reminded of it. He could remember the good things but he knew most of those weren't there anymore. The only thing worth staying for would've been his babbo but he couldn't do that, not after what happened. No, all the city brought him was noise and violence and fire. It'd been time to go. He knew he made the right decision. Yet despite all it's faults and dangers and all the nightmares it forced upon him, he still found himself missing the lights. When he was little, he liked to walk through the streets and gaze at the bright neon. Babbo always found that amusing, he thought. Jacob saw the same ones every single night but he acted so surprised every time he saw them. Even as he got older, the charm of them never worse off.

But, as with anything, sacrifices had to be made. All the lights in the world couldn't make up for the pain that place brought him, and would bring him if he stayed. No, staying wasn't ever really an option now that he thought about it. Besides, there were lights here and they were even more magnificent. He'd never realized how many stars there were in the sky. He'd seen plenty of pictures and he'd read about them in books but before arriving in Snowbound he'd never been able to spot a constellation, even on a clear night. There was too much light from the city, especially where they lived. Not only that but Jacob liked the security here. He'd had plenty of people doing their best to protect him in the city but now he didn't even need that. He didn't have to look over his shoulder every time he went somewhere and he didn't need to remind himself to suspect everyone of something. Doing such things wasn't in the boy's gentle nature and, even after all this time, he wasn't able to force it in no matter how he tried. He'd never be like the rest of them.

He was pulled from thoughts of home when he heard Killua and a stranger nearby, something that seemed to be a growing occurrence. The husky moved forward with his unsteady gait, making his way towards the pair with a light smile draped on his maw. This time though, it wasn't among the snowy planes above them but instead in the twisting caverns. Jacob enjoyed the darkness, to some degree. It was cold and it allowed him to be by himself, if only for a little while. The darkness could be nice but he always had to remember his way back. He couldn't stay too long. "Are you alright? Feelin' well n' everythin'?" the canine added to his clanmate's questions. He couldn't quite see in the darkness and, while he didn't smell any blood, he just wanted to be sure she was safe. While he understood the clan rules, he wasn't going to leave someone who was injured without any help.

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

#psychosocial.