you don't own me ❄ open, nightmare

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob hugged the kitten closer to him, and pressed his face into the boy's fur, keeping his paws around him. "I ain't ever leavin' ya', Harrison. I promise," he assured the boy. He wasn't sure what else to say or what to do exactly. "Hey, bud, if ya' can't get ta' sleep we could go ta' the herb cavern n' I can get some lavender for ya' ta' smell n' put some around. I should be doin' it anyway. I can tell ya' a story n' stay until ya' fall asleep," he suggested gently. He wasn't sure if the boy would want to walk through the tunnels as he was but he supposed he should offer something. "Or I could sing, if ya' wanted," he added. He wasn't sure what would console the boy most so he tried to offer everything he could think of. Often he needed a combination of all three to get a decent night's rest but he hoped Harrison wouldn't suffer from such chronic problems as him but he knew he couldn't assume that was the case. Thankfully, Harrison wasn't biologically related to him so hopefully that'd make it less likely but that also made things more dangerous. He had no idea what kind of health problems the boy could have inherited from his real parents. Still, all of that was far away and Jacob was hopefully this was just a problem for tonight. All children had nightmares sometimes, after all. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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