#literary work

They trade blows using s(words). To avoid hurting people, they keep it at their left, but they remain at the ready. Wise ones use it sparingly, fools to those who swing them aimlessly.

Die Sterntaler (illustration aus “Deutsche Märchen” )

The Star Money

1939

Neither do you need to stick with one aesthetic.

IMAGINE — JACOB TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK.

“You’re sick.” 

 “No I’m not, I’m perfectly fine—!” you sought to interject, the winters outside are what interested you the most and you couldn’t keep away from them. It led you to staying outside for hours on end just to see the snow kiss the greened grasses blow, sticking to them to create a blanket all over the Black Residence.

 Jacob didn’t like it when you lied to him — or at least tried to pretend that illness was something that didn’t influence you; you weren’t a vampire, nor were you a shifter, so you couldn’t fend off the dangers of the cold like he could.

He wouldn’t exactly give you the choice to deny that you’ve caught quite the cold. Your nostrils were inflamed from wiping them so much, and your eyes were slightly puffy from rubbing them. You were so irritable that he was able to sense the tension radiating from you. The anger at yourself at how you managed to still get sick even when you convinced yourself that you wouldn’t.

“Come here,” he mumbled, trekking over in the direction of the couch and pulling you into the unnatural warmth of his arms, wrapping the blanket you wore around the both of you and thus capturing the warmth from his body within. There was no other place you would rather be than in the arms of your boyfriend. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable around anyone – anyone other than the man that saved your life on more than one occasion. You smiled into the fabric of his shirt as sleep began to coax  you into its comforting embrace. To soothe your irritation and stuffiness.