05-10-2018, 10:02 PM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE —//this was way longer than intended lol. only like the last paragraph is really relevant.
Jacob had complex and sometimes uncertain feelings about his family and his old homes. They'd all taken good care of him in the past and he'd never felt unloved by his Babbo, Pa, or Ma. He'd grown up without a biological mom but, as far as he was concerned, his Ma had taken that place more effectively than the woman who left him ever would've been able to. She'd taught him most of what he loved, including knitting, medicine, cooking, and baking. She'd also taught him how to speak French, although it wasn't quite as polished as his English or Italian. His Ma had been a kind, gentle woman. She'd had her faults but she'd always met everyone with kindness and dignity. Then there was his Pa and his Babbo. Both of them were heavily involved with organized crime, being heads of the organizations in their particular cities. Technically, it had been expected that Jacob would take over his Pa's business after he died but no one could really blame him for going into hiding after the fire. There were some people that weren't even sure if he was alive, let alone if he was running some kind of criminal underground operation. Not only that, but Jacob had no interest in such things. While his move to Snowbound had been necessary for his safety, he knew he would've left the city and settled somewhere else eventually. That life just wasn't for someone like him.
Both his fathers were problematic to say the least. Jacob wasn't sure about the full extent of their crimes and, honestl.y, he thought it was probably better that he didn't know every single detail. Harrison was dead now, for one thing, so whatever he'd done before was irrelevant now. In his last months, the stallion had gotten incredibly sick from lung cancer. Jacob's Ma had diagnosed him long before he'd died and it was what initally really sparked Jacob's interest in medicine. He thought that maybe he could save him. Looking back, he knew that even if the fire hadn't happened, there was no way he would've been able to accomplish something so complex and impossible with so little experience. It had been an impossible dream. Yet he still wished he'd reached it. Maybe if he'd taken Harrison out that night or tried to encourage the horse to walk around, they would't have been there. Jacob had tried to think of all the ways that he could have prevented what happened to them but he wasn't sure there was any real solution. There was no way he could've seen what was coming until it was there. He hadn't even known that anyone knew where he was in terms of the city itself, let alone down to a specific building and location.
Then there was his Babbo, Vito. His biological father. Like Harrison, he was involved in his own ring of crime and he was right in the center of it all. He was the primary reason that Jacob couldn't share all his names and the reason Jacob was thankful he looked nothing like him, especially now that he'd been burned and most of his body was covered in bandages and his sweater. If the resemblance between the two had been distant before, it was nearly impossible to spot now. They shared some mannerisms, especially when Jacob spoke with his Italian American accent, but Jacob did his best to hide his father's marks in his life. It wasn't because he wanted to distance himself from Vito (in fact, he would prefer to live closer to the man, despite all the wrong things he'd done) but because he put himself in more danger the more he associated himself with his Babbo. Maybe someday they'd be able to live peacefully and spend a family meal together without looking out the windows and glancing over their shoulders to make sure no one was coming but that wasn't the current reality.
Jacob had been wandering the territory when he came across Atbash. He walked the same route almost every single day as many times as he could in an attempt to stretch out his bad legs and hopefully add a few more months on their dwindling lifespan. Jacob was doing his best to get better both physically and mentally recently and, for the first time in a very long while, he felt like he was making significant process. Being captured had set him back quite a ways but Pincher had helped him through some of that but he still struggled with it. He never stopped, though. Even on his bad days he tried to keep in mind that there would be good days too, if he could just make it to the next day. Sometimes he had to remind himself it was alright to take things one step at a time. While he wanted to be better instantly, that wasn't possible and it wasn't realistic to expect that. He knew that better than anyone. Still, that didn't stop him from hoping he'd wake up tomorrow without any pain and that he'd finally be able to get a full night's rest. He was pulled from thoughts about his own well-being when he noticed Atbash standing near a pool of water. "Atbash! Are ya' alright? You're gonna' get awfully cold jus' standin' out 'ere. I got scarves n' things in my bag if ya' want one," the man called. As he drew closer, he realized she looked distressed and his concern only seemed to grow as he spoke in a softer tone, "Oh, sorry ta' bother ya'. Is everythin' alright? Is there anythin' I can help with?" he offered. He wasn't quite sure what the woman could be upset about. He didn't know her very well yet but she seemed kind and he didn't like seeing her distressed. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
Jacob had complex and sometimes uncertain feelings about his family and his old homes. They'd all taken good care of him in the past and he'd never felt unloved by his Babbo, Pa, or Ma. He'd grown up without a biological mom but, as far as he was concerned, his Ma had taken that place more effectively than the woman who left him ever would've been able to. She'd taught him most of what he loved, including knitting, medicine, cooking, and baking. She'd also taught him how to speak French, although it wasn't quite as polished as his English or Italian. His Ma had been a kind, gentle woman. She'd had her faults but she'd always met everyone with kindness and dignity. Then there was his Pa and his Babbo. Both of them were heavily involved with organized crime, being heads of the organizations in their particular cities. Technically, it had been expected that Jacob would take over his Pa's business after he died but no one could really blame him for going into hiding after the fire. There were some people that weren't even sure if he was alive, let alone if he was running some kind of criminal underground operation. Not only that, but Jacob had no interest in such things. While his move to Snowbound had been necessary for his safety, he knew he would've left the city and settled somewhere else eventually. That life just wasn't for someone like him.
Both his fathers were problematic to say the least. Jacob wasn't sure about the full extent of their crimes and, honestl.y, he thought it was probably better that he didn't know every single detail. Harrison was dead now, for one thing, so whatever he'd done before was irrelevant now. In his last months, the stallion had gotten incredibly sick from lung cancer. Jacob's Ma had diagnosed him long before he'd died and it was what initally really sparked Jacob's interest in medicine. He thought that maybe he could save him. Looking back, he knew that even if the fire hadn't happened, there was no way he would've been able to accomplish something so complex and impossible with so little experience. It had been an impossible dream. Yet he still wished he'd reached it. Maybe if he'd taken Harrison out that night or tried to encourage the horse to walk around, they would't have been there. Jacob had tried to think of all the ways that he could have prevented what happened to them but he wasn't sure there was any real solution. There was no way he could've seen what was coming until it was there. He hadn't even known that anyone knew where he was in terms of the city itself, let alone down to a specific building and location.
Then there was his Babbo, Vito. His biological father. Like Harrison, he was involved in his own ring of crime and he was right in the center of it all. He was the primary reason that Jacob couldn't share all his names and the reason Jacob was thankful he looked nothing like him, especially now that he'd been burned and most of his body was covered in bandages and his sweater. If the resemblance between the two had been distant before, it was nearly impossible to spot now. They shared some mannerisms, especially when Jacob spoke with his Italian American accent, but Jacob did his best to hide his father's marks in his life. It wasn't because he wanted to distance himself from Vito (in fact, he would prefer to live closer to the man, despite all the wrong things he'd done) but because he put himself in more danger the more he associated himself with his Babbo. Maybe someday they'd be able to live peacefully and spend a family meal together without looking out the windows and glancing over their shoulders to make sure no one was coming but that wasn't the current reality.
Jacob had been wandering the territory when he came across Atbash. He walked the same route almost every single day as many times as he could in an attempt to stretch out his bad legs and hopefully add a few more months on their dwindling lifespan. Jacob was doing his best to get better both physically and mentally recently and, for the first time in a very long while, he felt like he was making significant process. Being captured had set him back quite a ways but Pincher had helped him through some of that but he still struggled with it. He never stopped, though. Even on his bad days he tried to keep in mind that there would be good days too, if he could just make it to the next day. Sometimes he had to remind himself it was alright to take things one step at a time. While he wanted to be better instantly, that wasn't possible and it wasn't realistic to expect that. He knew that better than anyone. Still, that didn't stop him from hoping he'd wake up tomorrow without any pain and that he'd finally be able to get a full night's rest. He was pulled from thoughts about his own well-being when he noticed Atbash standing near a pool of water. "Atbash! Are ya' alright? You're gonna' get awfully cold jus' standin' out 'ere. I got scarves n' things in my bag if ya' want one," the man called. As he drew closer, he realized she looked distressed and his concern only seemed to grow as he spoke in a softer tone, "Oh, sorry ta' bother ya'. Is everythin' alright? Is there anythin' I can help with?" he offered. He wasn't quite sure what the woman could be upset about. He didn't know her very well yet but she seemed kind and he didn't like seeing her distressed. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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