Post by JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP on Oct 22, 2014 8:49:47 GMT 8
COME ON SKINNY LOVE
Ever since he was a young boy Jacob Blenkinsop had been accustom to rising early to complete his chores. He would raise before the first rays of light kissed the peaceful fields that had been his childhood playground. By his teen years he knew the in and outs it took to run the farm smoothly, and all of it was done by hand. There was something about the hard work that had installed a certain amount of character in Jacob. There was a lot of pride inside Jacob when it came to the family farm, and yet he had left it. Being away from the farm for a year had been difficult, but being away from her for a year had been even harder. It might have been his choice but he knew now how wrong of a choice it had been. Mum had been right, running away never solved anything.
What sort of Gryffindor ran away anyways? He'd told himself time after time it was for her, why should she have to suffer watching him pine after her any longer? Not matter how well he felt she fit into his life at this farm it was not what she had been born for. She was a royal in comparison to him, after all he was merely a farm boy. He'd never liked her for that reason though. Money had never been a worry for him, family and friends had been his treasures and she was the prized jewel. Her fancy dresses had meant nothing, he had always felt she looked better in his too large flannel shirts and rolled up jean trousers. They came from two worlds and yet some how she had broke into his and it hurt to think about giving her back. So he had run, run like a coward to scared to fight for what he wanted. Jacob Blenkinsop was an idiot and he knew it. There was no one to blame but himself. He had foolishly thought the beasts they both had dreamed of would help fill the hole in his heart where she deserved to rest when all they did was help feed the ever growing longing.
Here he was though, a year later, still holding out on his feelings. They had felt so delicate when he returned, like a freshly laid egg that could slip to the ground and shatter. He'd been lucky she had treasured his father so dearly as there was no doubt in his mind that she would have shown him the same distance he had showed her. Valeriya was the most intimidating temper Jacob had ever know. Many times he had wishes she would have slapped him or yelled at him for it would have been better than her silence. A temper so terrifying as it lingered so quietly, the unknown would always be more terrifying than that which could be seen.
When it came time to release the hippogriffs from the barn into the field Jake found himself at the last stall in the barn where his favorite beast roosted. "Hello, Highwind." He said giving the creature a respectful bow, he waited for the okay from the beast to approach before moving to wrap his arms around the creature's feathered neck. He scratched the beast's neck with affection as he chattered on, "I'm headed off to the dragons today. Mum still isn't happy about it but with Ria there I think she's glad there is someone to keep an eye out for her. Tell ya she'd much rather I get burnt to a crisp than Ria - can't blame her though, I feel the same." Jacob knew Highwind didn't understand him, not really - hippogriffs were smart but he'd not been blessed enough to talk to them. "Maybe she'll come around soon, give ya a ride." Jacob could have stayed in the barn talking to the beast for hours but the sun was kissing the earth and he knew it was time to hurry up. He lead Highwind out to the field with the rest of the hippogriffs and watched as they took flight. Even still he found himself in awe at the beauty of such a sight.
Back at the farm house he grabbed a breakfast pie, along with an extra one for Ria, from his mother before kissing her on the cheek as he hurried to get into a clean set of clothes. He yelled out a quick good-bye to Vera even though he was unsure if she was in, or let alone on the farm, it was easy to loose track of who was where these days. And just like that Jacob was off. Out of the pan and into the fire. Jacob had dreamed of training dragons ever since his father had told him his first story of what his days of training the creatures had been like. Stories he and Ria had begged for time and time again back before school tore them away from their endless days in the fields. How he missed the simplicity of those days. Chewing away at his pie Jake took a look around for the blonde whose face he could never get out of hid mind.
There was a certain awe about seeing her that never seemed to change. It might have been the millionth time he had looked upon her face but it always felt like the first. So when he finally spotted her among their peers Jacob found himself grinning much like an idiot, was she lecturing them? He would have not been surprised, with her natural gift Ria could tell any of them off - after all she was the only one who truly knew just what the dragons were feeling. His father had always said together they could make an amazing team, him with his knack for bonding so well with beasts and her knowing their tongue. Maybe he hadn't just meant with dragons though.
"Ria!" He called out before setting out in a light jog to get to her, he had not realized how far away he had been and found himself a little short on breath when the distance was finally closed. It didn't stop him from looking at her with his dark brown eyes and stupid little grin, "Mornin' love, Mum sent a pie." he held out the still warm breakfast pie, one of his mother's specialties.
What sort of Gryffindor ran away anyways? He'd told himself time after time it was for her, why should she have to suffer watching him pine after her any longer? Not matter how well he felt she fit into his life at this farm it was not what she had been born for. She was a royal in comparison to him, after all he was merely a farm boy. He'd never liked her for that reason though. Money had never been a worry for him, family and friends had been his treasures and she was the prized jewel. Her fancy dresses had meant nothing, he had always felt she looked better in his too large flannel shirts and rolled up jean trousers. They came from two worlds and yet some how she had broke into his and it hurt to think about giving her back. So he had run, run like a coward to scared to fight for what he wanted. Jacob Blenkinsop was an idiot and he knew it. There was no one to blame but himself. He had foolishly thought the beasts they both had dreamed of would help fill the hole in his heart where she deserved to rest when all they did was help feed the ever growing longing.
Here he was though, a year later, still holding out on his feelings. They had felt so delicate when he returned, like a freshly laid egg that could slip to the ground and shatter. He'd been lucky she had treasured his father so dearly as there was no doubt in his mind that she would have shown him the same distance he had showed her. Valeriya was the most intimidating temper Jacob had ever know. Many times he had wishes she would have slapped him or yelled at him for it would have been better than her silence. A temper so terrifying as it lingered so quietly, the unknown would always be more terrifying than that which could be seen.
When it came time to release the hippogriffs from the barn into the field Jake found himself at the last stall in the barn where his favorite beast roosted. "Hello, Highwind." He said giving the creature a respectful bow, he waited for the okay from the beast to approach before moving to wrap his arms around the creature's feathered neck. He scratched the beast's neck with affection as he chattered on, "I'm headed off to the dragons today. Mum still isn't happy about it but with Ria there I think she's glad there is someone to keep an eye out for her. Tell ya she'd much rather I get burnt to a crisp than Ria - can't blame her though, I feel the same." Jacob knew Highwind didn't understand him, not really - hippogriffs were smart but he'd not been blessed enough to talk to them. "Maybe she'll come around soon, give ya a ride." Jacob could have stayed in the barn talking to the beast for hours but the sun was kissing the earth and he knew it was time to hurry up. He lead Highwind out to the field with the rest of the hippogriffs and watched as they took flight. Even still he found himself in awe at the beauty of such a sight.
Back at the farm house he grabbed a breakfast pie, along with an extra one for Ria, from his mother before kissing her on the cheek as he hurried to get into a clean set of clothes. He yelled out a quick good-bye to Vera even though he was unsure if she was in, or let alone on the farm, it was easy to loose track of who was where these days. And just like that Jacob was off. Out of the pan and into the fire. Jacob had dreamed of training dragons ever since his father had told him his first story of what his days of training the creatures had been like. Stories he and Ria had begged for time and time again back before school tore them away from their endless days in the fields. How he missed the simplicity of those days. Chewing away at his pie Jake took a look around for the blonde whose face he could never get out of hid mind.
There was a certain awe about seeing her that never seemed to change. It might have been the millionth time he had looked upon her face but it always felt like the first. So when he finally spotted her among their peers Jacob found himself grinning much like an idiot, was she lecturing them? He would have not been surprised, with her natural gift Ria could tell any of them off - after all she was the only one who truly knew just what the dragons were feeling. His father had always said together they could make an amazing team, him with his knack for bonding so well with beasts and her knowing their tongue. Maybe he hadn't just meant with dragons though.
"Ria!" He called out before setting out in a light jog to get to her, he had not realized how far away he had been and found himself a little short on breath when the distance was finally closed. It didn't stop him from looking at her with his dark brown eyes and stupid little grin, "Mornin' love, Mum sent a pie." he held out the still warm breakfast pie, one of his mother's specialties.
