Together we stand // open+Snowbound visitor

[jacob w.c.]

Jacob had been the one to advocate for this, he'd been the one to try and change Leigh's mind. Yet he still felt an anxious knot forming in his chest as he drew close to the Typhoon's border. There was a part of him that still wondered if this was the right thing to do, despite his strong convictions on the subject. The Typhoon was volatile. As someone who studied patterns, the idea of not being able to predict every working piece of this situation was nerve wrecking, even if he was sure he was on the right side of it all. While he believed that, on the whole, they were good and they'd provide many important things for Snowbound, there was no denying the fact it'd taken two attacks before Guru had been punished. There were things he still didn't understand but he also couldn't deny the kindness that'd been shown to him. Pincher had dealt with him for nearly a week in the worst state he'd been in since the original fire. He'd listened to all of his awful rambling, he'd likely lost sleep when Jacob experienced night terrors, he'd seen the worst Jacob had to offer. The truth was Jacob could've made the trip back to Snowbound sooner but he hadn't ever told any of them about any of that. There was no way Pincher didn't know that after all that'd happened.

When he was friendly and got along with most of the people he lived with, he wasn't particularly open about his past. Even this far from the city, there were still concerns of someone coming to find him again or someone trying to capture him or someone trying to hurt the people he'd grown to care about. The less everyone knew about him, the better off they'd all be. None of the Snowbounders even knew his last names other than Jersey. Yet Pincher knew everything and Jacob wasn't sure how to feel about that. All he knew was he owed the doberman his life and this was the best he could give him. Well, at least try to give him. The alliance Jacob knew he wanted.

The husky approached the border with a basket clutched in his jaws. In it was a variety of baked goods, oreos, and, near the top, a rubber duck. He'd stayed in Pincher's room while he was here and he'd seen a little duck on the captain's desk. He wasn't sure why he had it but Jacob remembered thinking it was amusing. Maybe if the alliance didn't work out as a gift, he could just send him a rubber duck every day and call it good. A soft sigh escaped him as he settled down, happy to relax his legs after such a long trip. Now he just hoped someone would come soon so he could deliver his gifts and his news. He just hoped it wasn't Guru. He wasn't sure how he'd handle being alone with her again. 

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━