“Good boy.” For Rook/Jacob oh please!
combined this with another prompt too, hope that’s alright!
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
“So,” Rook says once Jacob’s soldiers have left the room. She clears her throat awkwardly, unable to keep her eyes on Jacob for too long.
“So,” he echoes, looking unimpressed.
Maybe this was a bad idea. “Well, ah…”
“Time’s tickin’, Deputy. I suggest you get on with it,” Jacob says gruffly, each consonant stark in the quiet of the room. He sets the clipboard he was holding down on the desk, papers and maps scattered about. “If you got cold feet about selling out the Whitetails, I got better places to be, and you got a cage to starve in.”
“Wait, back up,” Rook frowns. “I’m not here to give you information. I—I thought that was a front.”
There’s a pause. An awkward pause.
“A front,” Jacob echoes flatly.
“Yeah,” she shrugs, “like, ah, because—”
Oh no. She stops herself, gesturing vaguely with her hands instead. This is so not going where she thought it would, apparently, and now she just doesn’t want to say it. Things are already weird enough. Things are already bad enough. She’s stuck in Jacob’s compound spending her days in her cage or ‘culling the herd,’ she doesn’t want to make it any worse by giving him some kind of humiliating leverage.
“Use your words, Deputy. Or have my trials fried your brain completely?” Jacob purses his lips, mocking disappointment on his face. “Thought you were Stronger than that.”
“Thought you were, um, propositioning me out there. This morning.”