☤ the messenger. ✱ greek / roman mythology. ✱ ancient or modern. ✱ crossovers welcome. ✱ multi-ship. ✱ nsfw. / 18+. / triggers. ✱ more info in link. ☤ retweets appreciated.

A small pout. “I’m old enough — sir.” Though at the mention of Pumpkin Spice Latte, he went back to being his usual deadpanned self. “I heard from my friends that it’s good; never tried it myself.”

“J —Jacob... Evans.” A Welsh undertone coated his accent, and continued staring at the stranger with huge brown eyes. “... are you one as well ?”

The young witch eyed him curiously, tilting his head. Perhaps the odd stranger needed a blanket ? To which he immediately threw his peacoat onto the stranger’s figure.

♱. || i love going inactive then coming back here again honestly i love jakey but my muse is up and down.

»» @RepulsorEmpire ☾ Jacob had a bad habit; and it was observing people. Unblinking, unmoving, hiding. It’s a wonder really how he managed to keep staying still there within the mannequins and unblinking, until he was caught by the other. “Oh; you’ve caught me.”