For Belle [TR; Hurricane]

[quileutejacob]

The weather had gotten rough as the day went on and Jacob had tried to stick close to the Homestead, not wanting Shari or Morgan to go out looking for him if they didn't have to. He was capable of taking care of himself, more than capable if his trek through dino country said anything about that, but it was more out of wanting to be around for

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[provincialbelle]

Every time something slams against the walls, she jumps and exhales shakily, trying to remind herself that noises can't do anything to her and they're in a fairly well reinforced home. Still, she's on edge and her nerves are betraying her slightly. "Just don't go out there," she requests simply. "I don't like storms, icy or rainy."

[quileutejacob]

"I wasn't planning on it," Jacob promised. "I don't do so well with flying debris and torrential rain. I've gotten soft hanging out here in paradise."

[provincialbelle]

"Well, good, otherwise I might go crazy all alone in here," she tried to joke, staring at the books that surrounded her bed almost like a fortress and flashed him a weak smile. "Well, maybe the book pages would start talking to me first."

[quileutejacob]

"Are you sure they don't do that anyway?" Jacob asked, looking around at the piles of books. The wind gusted loudly then and he jumped a little, frowning at the now-boarded up window.

"It's getting bad out there. We should do something to get our minds off it."