misting visions float through places only we can see
misting visions float through places only we can see
jacob/leah. pg13. 361.
Because Leah knows what makes him tick and therefore knows exactly how to piss him off.
for ELENA'S BIRTHDAY (allforyou_x3). she's pretty much the only person i would write blackwater for. i love you so much!
Jacob and Leah are two people in two bodies who should have been born into one.
They're feeling that pain of separation now, manifested as anger and bitter rivalry.
They have a lot to learn.
---
Jacob moans Bella in his sleep and the next night she dreams of chocolate hair fisted through callused fingers.
It's hard to despise him when he's so vulnerable, she thinks unexpectedly one morning.
No, that's not possible and she resumes hating him like she always has, taunting him for what he can't control.
She hates him like she hates herself.
---
He is used to it by now, the scathing stares and cocky grins, all the people inside his fucking head, thinking they know him better than he does.
They probably do. He doesn't know the first thing about himself anymore.
Her smart-ass comments pierce deeper than his armor, deeper than anyone's gone (minus her, he can't say her name, not even to himself). Because Leah knows what makes him tick and therefore knows exactly how to piss him off.
It's a little unnerving, actually.
If it were anyone else he'd be able to brush them off. The cold shoulder, however, doesn't seem to work on her. She turns his frozen demeanor into sizzling rage, bring forth anger he didn't know he possessed and telling him things he never expected her to say.
"Shut the fuck up," he says to her once, and her mocking smile whispers back I dare you.
Or maybe that's her, inside his head. He's starting to forget the difference.
Either way, he ignores her (for once, but he's not getting stronger) and turns away.
---
Leah tosses in her sleep, dreaming of her hands twisted through someone else's. Girl hands.
But oh, that's her face, and she's in love with herself and it's so fucking weird.
Jacob and his goddamn fantasies.
Eyes open to a dark room and she thinks, Well. That's almost what loving him would be like.
---
Lips meet skin (she missed) and she tries again.
A moment of shock. He says, "I had the weirdest dream last night."
"I don't care," she mutters, and touches her forehead to his.
jacobleah
jacob/leah. pg13. 361.
Because Leah knows what makes him tick and therefore knows exactly how to piss him off.
for ELENA'S BIRTHDAY (allforyou_x3). she's pretty much the only person i would write blackwater for. i love you so much!
Jacob and Leah are two people in two bodies who should have been born into one.
They're feeling that pain of separation now, manifested as anger and bitter rivalry.
They have a lot to learn.
---
Jacob moans Bella in his sleep and the next night she dreams of chocolate hair fisted through callused fingers.
It's hard to despise him when he's so vulnerable, she thinks unexpectedly one morning.
No, that's not possible and she resumes hating him like she always has, taunting him for what he can't control.
She hates him like she hates herself.
---
He is used to it by now, the scathing stares and cocky grins, all the people inside his fucking head, thinking they know him better than he does.
They probably do. He doesn't know the first thing about himself anymore.
Her smart-ass comments pierce deeper than his armor, deeper than anyone's gone (minus her, he can't say her name, not even to himself). Because Leah knows what makes him tick and therefore knows exactly how to piss him off.
It's a little unnerving, actually.
If it were anyone else he'd be able to brush them off. The cold shoulder, however, doesn't seem to work on her. She turns his frozen demeanor into sizzling rage, bring forth anger he didn't know he possessed and telling him things he never expected her to say.
"Shut the fuck up," he says to her once, and her mocking smile whispers back I dare you.
Or maybe that's her, inside his head. He's starting to forget the difference.
Either way, he ignores her (for once, but he's not getting stronger) and turns away.
---
Leah tosses in her sleep, dreaming of her hands twisted through someone else's. Girl hands.
But oh, that's her face, and she's in love with herself and it's so fucking weird.
Jacob and his goddamn fantasies.
Eyes open to a dark room and she thinks, Well. That's almost what loving him would be like.
---
Lips meet skin (she missed) and she tries again.
A moment of shock. He says, "I had the weirdest dream last night."
"I don't care," she mutters, and touches her forehead to his.
jacobleah