Salt and snow
Pairing: Enoch O'Connor/Jacob Portman
A/N: This is set in an au of mine where Jacob lives with Mrs Peregrine at the childrens home after the death of his grandpa. It is a bit longer than usual and it's kind of rushed, but I hope you like it. Also, I still don't know how to add a cut off so if this fills up your dash, I am so sorry.
Summary: fluffy bits and pieces from a day in the life of Jacob Portman
Jacob gently rose to consciousness, like a fish surfacing from the bottom of a pond. He felt Enoch's warm breath against the back of his neck and sighed contently. He loved mornings like this, limbs tangled, wrapped under soft blankets to hide from the chilly air. He turned over just a bit, so he could look into Enoch's face. His eyes were closed, his dark hair crumpled from sleep, the ever present dark circles around his eyes were a little lighter, his mouth was slightly open and he was snoring lightly. Jacob wanted to curl up further into Enoch's arms. He felt loved when Enoch held him close like he was afraid to lose him. He had to get up though, because if he didn't get up, then Enoch wouldn't and they would both be late to breakfast. He huffed and shoved the heavy blanket aside, hurrying over to shut the window. Enoch groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. He always left the windows open. Jacob was pretty sure Enoch did this on purpose so that he would have an excuse to snuggle with him. You would think that Jacob would be the clingy one, but no. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a shirt and a pair of pants. Slowly, over the course of four weeks, Jacob's things had migrated to Enoch's room. He was glad that Enoch didn't share a room with anybody. Now the white dresser that was once half full of Enoch's things, was also half full of Jake's things, along with the left side of the closet and the top of the bookcase. A couple odd rocks, a hawk feather, and some pretty bits of broken glass, were what Enoch fondly referred to as Jacob's knick knacks. That was the contents of the top of the bookcase, the first shelf was filled with Enoch's favorite novels and informational texts, the second shelf, closest to the ground, was filled with empty jars. After dressing himself for the day, Jacob crept back over to the bed. He nudged Enoch's shoulder, before leaning over and putting his cheek against Enoch's. He grumbled, blinking groggily. Jacob giggled and kissed his cheek, whispering a soft, "good morning, grumpy." Enoch huffed before, getting out of bed and stumbling over to the dresser to get some clothes.
Breakfast was as routine as every other day. All the children chattering quietly while eating, Jacob holding hands with Enoch under the table, Emma and Olive sharing little looks, and a happy atmosphere filling the room. After everyone had finished their food and put away their dishes, they scattered throughout the house to work on their chores. Jacob's was to sweep the hallways, along with keeping Abe's, now his, room clean and tidy, not that it was hard since he was hardly ever in there anymore.
After chores was lessons, then after lessons was lunch, then the children had most of the day to just play or do whatever until dinner. This was when Jacob was usually found in the basement, either helping or hindering Enoch with his experiments. Currently Jacob was curled up in Enoch's lap while he lazily read through a book, Jacob didn't know what it was about. His face is pressed into Enoch's neck, taking in the scent of smoke, dust and faint formaldehyde. It's definitely a smell to get used to, but Jacob doesn't think he can live without it now. Enoch was holding the book in one hand, absent mindedly carding Jacob's hair through the fingers on his other hand. Jacob loved it when Enoch played with his hair. It made him feel calm and safe. Enoch rested his chin on the top of Jacob's head and breathed in deeply, before mumbling a soft, "your hair smells like salt and snow." Jacob sighed, for someone so dark and brooding Enoch could come up with the most innocent and random things. "That's a nice thought." He whispered into Enoch's neck. Enoch thinks for a moment before he starts whispering what he's reading to Jacob. Among all of Enoch's little quirks, this had to be one of Jake's favorites. Whenever Enoch was reading anything and Jacob was with him, Enoch would just start reading out loud, in moments like these he whispered because he didn't want to disturb the quiet atmosphere. "Theresa is practicing a time honored coping mechanism; objectification. For those who deal with human corpses regularly, it is easier, and I suppose more accurate, to think of them as objects, not people. For most physicians, objectification is mastered their first year of medical-," Jacob didn't mind hearing about or seeing dead things anymore, but he stopped listening to Enoch's words and just listened to the quiet lilt of his voice. He loved Enoch's accent. He leaned back and absent mindedly fiddled with the collar on Enoch's shirt. Enoch stopped reading and looked down at Jacob, just taking in the features of his face. He pressed a tiny kiss to Jacob's nose and said, "I like how you smell, I want to smell it on everything I own." Jacob pressed their foreheads together and smiled.