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[jacobtulach]

Whack.

He asked Noah for the table saw and his son delivered it not that long after. After a few minutes of measuring and cutting, Jacob realized the hum and the high pitched whine of wood grinding against the saw annoyed him. Everything annoyed him. The sun was hot and he removed his shirt. Sweat slicked off the top of his brow and landed on the stump where he went about chopping wood. His hatchet was getting dull but he had no intention of quitting his work to sharpen it. Whack. Being angry about it all kept his thoughts focused on the pieces of wood and the stump and the screaming ache in his back and arms with every swing. Whack. Eyes and ears were dead to the world, all Jacob cared to do was split wood for some future bonfire he didn’t plan on having.

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[gideondavies]

The farthest bedroom from the stairs, in a closet, Gideon stashed the knife under a loose floorboard. Maybe he was being too cautious. But he’d almost lost it because of a pirate that thought he needed a pat down. Gideon just retrieved the knife from where he hid it on the boat, certain his trips to the docks were over until the last time. The one that would get him off the island.

A noise from below. Gideon tread with light steps across the bedroom, out of the door and down the hall, peering carefully down the stairs. Brown hair, and big doe eyes looked up at him.

“I thought you not to come here anymore.”

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[maddox-keyes]

Send ♣ + text for a drunk message (Noah!)

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M: i just thought: noahM: noahM: biblical noah a boatM: guesss what im drinkingM: SAKE IT TO ME

[aaronherzog]

truce [isolde]

“Isolde,” Aaron greeted the Welsh princess. The kitchen--like the rest of the villa--was quite dark. At this point, the pounding torrential downpour outside was white noise, and the occasional gust of wind no longer made him jump. He didn’t make mention of their previous conversation, instead tilting his head at what she was doing at the counter. “What do we have here?”

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[jacobtulach]

9:08 pm.

Jacob found himself back in the infirmary, sitting on the edge of a bed at the hands of Malle Davies. It was quieter now, a lull subverting the chaos going on. Pirates out for blood, royals scared and accusatory. For now, all Jacob could do was return to the infirmary for a new bandage as promised. “Didn’t think you’d still be here,” he mumbled. The fact that she was made him even more conflicted. Not all of the royals were bad. Some had been there long enough that Jacob forgot where they came from. It was a strange feeling. He sighed and looked up at her with a deep crease in his brow. “I’d like for you to stay with me tonight.” The reasons weren’t clear even to him. Was he protecting her? Why? Damn it. “If you want.”

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[jacobtulach]

fifth. @isoldedavies

Jacob hadn’t turned on his phone in two days. It might have still been in the pocket of a pair of pants on the floor in his room. He didn’t care. Anybody he wanted to talk to was on the island, and even a few of them didn’t care to talk at the moment. After fucking up three pages worth of sketches, he tossed down his pencil and went to the liquor cabinet. He filled a thermos with bourbon, grabbed a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, and climbed the ladder to his roof.

His villa felt loud, filled with reminders of a son he didn’t deserve. Up on the roof, it was just him and the night sky. Vast and dark and ready to swallow him up. Jacob sat and lit up a cigarette, content to let his mind mellow out watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the sky.

Footsteps echoed down the path to the villa. Jacob didn’t care, but the steps got closer. Then it occurred to him that nobody would come down this way unless it was to see him, so he looked down to see a dark-haired figure heading up to his front door. He squinted. That couldn’t be--

“Malle?” Jacob asked as he shifted, peering over the edge of the roof at her. “Hi.” And he smiled. He was glad to see her. He didn’t know why she was here, considering her last visit was just to leave a note. That spoke volumes. Still, her face was a welcome sight--especially if she smiled. “Do you--you can come up here, if you’d like. Just take the ladder.”

[jacobtulach]

I can’t think straight when you look at me like that: a jacob/malle moodboard

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[jacobtulach]

second. ; @isoldedavies

Dark clouds gathering to the northwest prompted Jacob to drag his bookshelf pieces inside his living room. The space hadn’t actually been a living room in several days now, with all the furniture piled in the corner to make room for the handful of projects he was trying to finish before the weekend. The last thing he needed was to get all the carefully measured pieces rain-soaked and useless, so converting half his villa into a work room was a fine solution. With the windows thrown open, he still heard people walking to and from the villas, bits and pieces of conversation drifting to his ears. The island seemed to be in much better spirits since the storm--but for Jacob, he still had plenty of work to do.

While he was on his hands and knees hammering together a couple of pieces, he thought he heard a knock on the door. Then a voice. “Yeah?” he called at the door, pausing with the hammer still in his hand. “Come in.”