GIVE IT UP UNLESS YOU WANT MORE | {P, JACOB}

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob's upbringing had been a confusing and convoluted manner. He'd first began with Vito, his baboo. He'd always known the business he ran was something not entirely traditional but he didn't have a clue as to what it was specifically. All he knew was his baboo was the best person in the whole wide world. But then the bad people had come. He'd always been taught to be careful, to guard his name and information about his family with great caution and he'd done just that but it didn't seem to be enough. He'd been on his way home from some sort of event that he couldn't even remember anymore when some strange creatures had approached him. They'd been nice to him and he assumed they were people that worked for his father. They told him they'd be taking him home because there was some sort of emergency. He'd been so young then and he hadn't thought twice about going with them. That was when he'd been trapped in a dark, damp place. He was given little food or water and the would occasionally take swings at the tiny pup. He wasn't sure what was going on and they asked a lot of questions about things he had no clue about. He wasn't sure how long he'd stayed there but eventually his baboo arrived and saved him from that awful place.

From there, he was sent to be with Harrison Wickliff, an old family friend that he was told would be his Pa. Harrison didn't have any other children and looked after Jacob as he would a son. He had minor crime operations and by then Jacob was starting to get a better idea of all that his family was involved in. Then there came the fire. Just thinking about it made him want to curl into a ball, to hide his face and pretend he didn't constantly smell smoke. He didn't tell anyone about the things he still smelled or saw or heard, things that he knew weren't really there. The fire haunted him and he was sure it would for the rest of his life. Harrison died and Jacob barely pulled himself away, at which point Jersey's family took him in.

He'd dragged himself to Jersey's house and they hadn't hesitated to accept him into their little family. Things were chaotic but he had some semblance of stability again. But then... Well, then the events of the last few months happened and Jacob was left with his limp on top of the damage the extensive burns had already done. That was the last straw. It was obvious he needed to leave the city entirely. He and Jersey packed up as soon as he was well enough to move and made their way here, to Snowbound.

All of that pain weighed heavily on the boy and he'd taken up many habits throughout his time to distract himself. One such habit was knitting, which he'd learned from Harrison. The man had taught him all sorts of patterns and styles and garments and now it seemed it'd come in handy, given where he now lived. Jacob focused on the way the fabric moved beneath his paws, humming a tune softly beneath his breath. He wasn't sure if it was one he'd truly heard before or just another figment of his imagination. Smoke stung the air but he did his best to ignore it. He always smelled it these days and, unless someone else was reacting, he did his best to ignore it. No, his attention wouldn't be pulled away from the intricate patterns of cloth until he heard a voice coming in his direction. The husky wolf perked his ears and gave a wide smile to the stranger. "Uh, jus' knitting. I can show ya' how, if ya'd like. 'M Jacob. I don' think I've seen ya' around before," he greeted.

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.