These little words // open+cooking lesson // they are changing us

[jacob w.c.]

the subtle grace of gravity

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Jacob had come up with the idea last night, when he was unable to sleep. He'd been more stressed than usual lately. Every time he semeed to take a step forward in his mental health, something terrible happened and sent him back farther than he'd ever been before. He was smelling the smoke constantly now. It never stepped. He would see flickers of fire in the corner of his eyes, his heart rate was elevated and, though it was barely noticeable, his breathing was in a constant faster state than it had been just a few weeks ago. After Caesar took his bandages and forced him to interact with everyone without them, he hadn't been able to sleep. He told himself it'd only been a joke, no one really saw him anyway and no one thought anything of it. But all he could imagine was his flesh bursting into flame, consuming him and everything and everything he adored. It was... painful, and it made his lungs feel as though they were struggling to bring in air. It was like being constantly suffocated by a cloud of ash and smoke.

Today, though, he wanted to get his mind off that. He needed to do something he loved with the people he loved. He planned on making a family dinner later in the week but he needed something else for right now. Something that could immediately distract him from the fire and the smoke and the screams. He needed something that he could control and that was his and that forced him to interact with other people. Usually, he would've fallen back on baking but today he wanted to do something different. For some reason, his thoughts had been drifting to his Ma frequently. He thought maybe it was because of the wedding that would come up and all the wonderful milestones that would come after that. He wished his Ma would be there for it all but she couldn't, and she wouldn't. She would never be there for anything again. he knew that she must be looking from... wherever she was. The dream he'd had of her just months ago reminded him of that constantly. But he was selfish, and he wished she was here with him now. As though to honor her life, he decided to combine the two things she had taught him to help him cope with his anxiety. "If anyone wants ta' learn 'bout cookin' healthy food n' puttin' herbs in different foods n' drinks n' whatnot, come on over 'ere. I'll be teachin' a li'l lesson on it," the man called. He was sure this would be a sufficient distraction from his demons. For now. 

the heavy weight of stone

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar had little interest in cooking, but what drew the demon over here was the mention of drinks (of course). "What kind of drinks?" Caesar asked as he came over, his ears pricked with slight interest. Although, again, just because of 'drinks' that Jacob mentioned. It seemed like he completely shut out the other words that came from the former Chief's mouth and honestly? That's because he did.

#psychosocial.

[goodsprings]

CAPTAINPAW

✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING

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captainpaw had not a lick of knowledge on cooking, but that was all the more reason to come here. perhaps he could learn something useful to surprise his father with later on, or even treat miss rox to something nice.

the young tom approached jacob, his mouth open to smell for anything that he was familiar with, but nothing so far. "am i big enough, jacob? i really wanna learn!"

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✯ — male. the typhoon. easy. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[ADAKIAS]

THIS IS THE END

SYLVINA ROUX CIPHER — FEMALE — THE TYPHOON — MINNOW

Followed after Captainpaw was Sylvina upon the scene. She was quick to arrive after hearing Jacob’s words, the young kit held a liking to her adoptive father. He was always so pleasant and kind to be around .. It was quite refreshing in such an intense clan. The ebony pelted feline, although would never admit to the mushy-gushy feelings, absolutely adored being with her family. Well, at least Pincher’s side of her relations, that is.

Sylvina would quietly take her place amongst the gathered clanmates to see what Jacob had to offer. His promise of providing techniques on healthier food were inviting, yet the child had questions before she could actively participate. ”Why do I ‘gotta know this stuff if you can just make it for me?” She’d pipe up. It was a genuine question for a young mind.

#psychosocial.

[ROSEMARY]

ROSEMARY ROUX

The witch walked over, curious about what this 'cooking' entailed. Besides, Jacob's obvious mental unrest also peaked her interest; she never saw him so outright anxious before in his aura, but he looked completely calm on the outside. Taking an easy seat in the group - far away from Caesar as possible - she squinted slightly as she looked at the mutt's aura, trying to pick out specific colors to get a better grasp on his emotional state. She got little to no headway, though, as it seemed he swapped out his soul for a fluorescent orange headlight.

Her eyes hurt after staring for too long, and she looked off to the side to whatever cooking tools and spices he set up for the demonstration. Her ears straightened as an idea popped into her head, one that would certainly help solve both of their problems. Well, she assumed Jacob wanted this neon-orange terror to go away, and she knew she wanted to attend the lesson without her eyes burning like she was staring at a miniature sun. Solving both their problems would prove beneficial for both of them, hm? She attempted to push soothing blue feelings into his mind with her mental magic, hoping he'd turn calm or, at the very least, more sad instead of anxious.

© MADI