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emotionally cold character: i don't do relationships

pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*

emotionally cold character: shit

#「 ❛ &. OTP: BUT LIKE AN ANCHOR ; HE ALWAYS COMES BACK TO HIM. ⁽ hollowheart. ⁾ 」#( tell me this isn't them.#tell me. )

ah, yes---------the red scarf girl. he’d seen her a few times before, and ALWAYS, NO MATTER THE WEATHER, draped around her neck and shoulders were the brightest threads of crimson that jacob is sure he’s ever seen ... then again, never was he one to pay too close an attention to those little details of his life. ergo, the first few times they had bypassed one another, he hadn’t thought much of it------mostly because he’d been too focused on not missing the bus he needed to take to get to work on time. but after the third or fourth time, he’d started to notice her; and that’s NORMAL, except that there are so many people that come and go through this bustling city, yet the two of them so frequently cross paths. and never once have they shared any words, in fact, jacob isn’t even sure whether or not she realizes she sees him so often---------------------ALBEIT, HE HAS NO DISTINGUISHING FEATURE LIKE THAT BRIGHT RED SCARF OF HERS.

it isn’t typical someone would wear a scarf in FLORIDA, either. though, the autumns have been a little chilly lately, the heat always seems to come back before civilians can get used to the uncharacteristic breeze or the leaves fallen from DECIDUOUS TREES.

and, as with anything, his mind began to wander in regards to the rouge-hued scarf. is she hiding something with it? e’er the boyish imagination rockets itself high above reality, and jacob is left to forget his footing and COLLIDE, HEAD-ON, with someone who’d been on their way off of the evening bus. and, as though the gods had been paying attention to him for once, gray eyes are unshielded by pale lids and dark lashes and THERE SHE IS, the red scarf girl.

❛ oh, my bad, ❜ he mumbles, checking to make sure she hadn’t dropped anything, ❛ i hadn’t been looking where i was going. but ... ❜ sucking in his insecurities, he starts talking before he can stop, ❛ you pass by here a lot, yeah? i see you really frequently, actually. something told me to introduce myself, so------------------------------hi, i’m jacob. or, jake, whichever one. ❜

( @kyojinnikuya : starter call. )

#kyojinnikuya #「 ❛ &. VERSE III. ⁽ the boy who could see. ⁾ 」#「 ❛ &. I SHALL GO FIRST. ⁽ starter. ⁾ 」#( do u ever just get second hand anxiety from ur muse #bc i do #a lot #anyway hello m'love i hope this works for u !! )

wide blue eyes, YOUNG & BRIGHT, so easily find the streaks of red tracing the curve of the young woman’s cheek. she seems to be oblivious to the fact that so abrasion ( invisible to a basic glance------perhaps hidden beneath the sea of dark hair, ‘tleast from where jacob stands ) has caused her BLOOD to find the light of day, hot against her sunkissed flesh.

though, she doesn’t seem to be in the best of moods ... perhaps its BEST IF HE LEAVES HER ALONE, surely she shall discover the elongating trail sooner than later, right? briefly does he wonder wherever it came from, but even quicker does he realize that he really HAS NO BUSINESS wondering such a thing. she seems to be a lady of experience, assumed solely from the weight of her outer layer, and jacob looks curiously at her for quite a while. she is a pretty girl, after all. wouldn’t that be his excuse, were she to catch him?

no, jacob---------most people would find a reason OTHER than that.

❛ ah ... ❜ NOW, he realizes their eyes have met, ❛ sorry, it’s rude of me to stare at you. but ... here, ❜ scavenging through the pocket of his only leather jacket, he finds the barely-touched carry-on pouch of pearly white face tissues.

❛ ... you’re bleeding, looks like from your temple? i’m sure you could tell better than i could, anyway ... ❜ a slight smile, awkward in nature, as ALWAYS, when greeted with a new face. ❛ i’m guessing it doesn’t hurt any. ❜

( @odicsae : starter call. )

#odicsae #「 ❛ &. I SHALL GO FIRST. ⁽ starter. ⁾ 」#「 ❛ &. VERSE III. ⁽ the boy who could see. ⁾ 」#( i just realized he has the same name as jacob #oh my god #but hi m'love here's ur lame thing i hope its not too lame lol )

❛ sorry, it was dark, and i couldn’t see--------- ❜ he stops himself midway, the distaste of EXCUSES bitter upon his tongue as he breathes in a sense of responsibility. if there is one thing that jacob is over all else, it is RESPONSIBLE, as well as empathetic, but he cares not to dig too deeply into the latter disposition, and its origins.

he regards the fair-haired man with some sense of panic about him, before anchoring himself with a simple training of his breath------------------years of coping with CRIPPLING ANXIETY guided him to the skill, of course. and, fortunately, it works this time around, and the long-legged boy takes yet another breath to provide the upcoming speech with some STABILITY------much needed, at that.

❛ that vase looks ... really expensive. listen, i don’t have a lot of money, but, i’ll pick up extra hours to pay for it. i mean ... i d’know how much of it i can actually afford, but, even if it’s just to get it FIXED, i’ll see what i can scrape together. i------------------i’m really sorry, mister---? ❜ the lack of a name to use cuts his sentence short, but the guilt written across that innocent face gives a HUNDRED MORE APOLOGIES.

( @purgandum : starter call )

#purgandum #「 ❛ &. I SHALL GO FIRST. ⁽ starter. ⁾ 」#「 ❛ &. VERSE III. ⁽ the boy who could see. ⁾ 」#( ayyy idk what this is lol but i hope it's alright !! )

❝❞ [ you know I'm gonna send this for Hayden <3 ]

O, WIND---------culprit for the great rustling to what’s remaining of the november leaves; who are so unceremoniously plucked by the gusts of autumn fairly similar to that which sends a shiver up the cord of jacob’s spine. it’s as if nature itself is aware of the predicament at hand, though it takes LITTLE ASSESSMENT, aside from the way the boy is nearly curled up on himself, to conclude that A CATASTROPHE HAS TAKEN PLACE.

the timid raven appears to seek some refuge in the confines of his hoodie, weary from the immense running he’s had to do, and perhaps not solely in the physical sense. heavy breaths pump through the ice-eyed youth, his body looking so thin and frail that perhaps strong enough a WIND would BREAK HIM TO PIECES. though, he’s done enough breaking in his day to conclude that this certainly is less than something he desires. but they’re gone now. it’s okay.

as glumly as the story may be told, jacob is far happier ( as happy as so UNHAPPY a child could be, perhaps ) to have been an ordinary, disregarded little street urchin than to have his trail CLOSELY FOLLOWED by suspicious characters. he hadn’t gotten good enough a look at their eyes to determine if they might have been more hollow than the typical mortal, but the fact that their presence is no longer detectable supplies him with a flimsy source of satisfaction. FOR NOW, AT LEAST.

it is then, just to his right, he registers that someone’s looking at him. nowhere near as sinister an air, thank god almighty, but the one with which his vicinity is now shared upbraids jacob with a look of utter PERPLEXITY. but something in his face tells the blue-eyed boy that maybe the other is used to feeling this way, almost as though he’s been snatched up from some kind of DREAM ( it is the dead of night, after all. this is no time for a young man to roam the streets, not if he’s got something to do with his life, anyways. ) but jacob cannot pass judgement onto the auburn-haired youth beside him ... for he can EARNESTLY RELATE to a perpetual state of confusion. he could since he’d met miss peregrine.

❛ wh---where were you? ❜ he starts to speak before he can catch his breath; being so thin, he isn’t the most PHYSICALLY CAPABLE of his class, ❛ when it happened, i mean. wait ... do you even know what i’m talking about? did you see it too? ❜ GOD, he must think you’re CRAZY, JACOB.

( #118 : @aniimvs : meme : accepting. )

#aniimvs #「 ❛ &. ASK AND BE SATISFIED. ⁽ answered. ⁾ 」#( jacob: fearless & brave but also scared of literally everything #[ tyler the creator voice ] i'm a fuckin walkin paradox #thank u for sending this bb )