poor boy, lost &. alone, the wind is your only friend. his howls are your lullaby, his icy touch a loving embrace, the twinkle of stars behind the rustling canopy the glint of a smile, a whispered chuckle into your ear. you take solace in it. but doesn't it get lonely? little boy? do you not wish for a mother's arms / a beating heart / warm hands ? do you not wish for a father's smile / a deep laugh / proud &. callused hands ? do you not wish for a sister ? a brother ? a lover ? a friend ? do you not wish to have someone, to no longer be so so so alone ?
of course you do. but it is a mere wish &. your existence is far from a miracle.
He tries to smile innocently. There’s the key term, though. TRIES. Despite his best attempts, he only succeeds in looking all the more guilty. Though, with the yetis mumbling angrily under their breath, &.frost - covered pools of paint sprawling across the wooden floor of North’s workshop, it was hard to PAINT himself in a worse light than this.
“ Tooth ! This . . . isn’t what it looks like, I promise ! ”
❛ 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽 from North’s workshop, and you’re taking something already meant to go to a child , Jack . I certainly hope you don’t actually plan to stoop so low . ❜
❛ Besides , it’s the things North leaves in his office that are really interesting . ❜
“ Oh - well ! I’m sure he has extra . . . things in stock somewhere, right ? I wasn’t gonna steal from a KID, you know me better than tha - ”
Wait. Hold on. Did he hear that right ?
“ How would you know that ? ” He thought he was supposed to be the mischievous one.
