◇ ﴾ baculxlunae. ﴿ ⁘ ⁙ ⁚ ⁛
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things had changed.
for three hundred years, her entire UNIVERSE had been jack frost.
it seemed inconceivable that there would ever come a time when
she didn’t long to be by his side. and yet… here they were.gaining a form with hands and feet and eyes once again was so
breathtakingly exciting, she had wanted to go. to wander and
experience earth firsthand. jack was strong enough without her,
he didn’t need her anymore
and she had trusted that working with the guardians would give him
the family he had so longed for. and whenever she asked him if he
would be alright without her, his response was “yes.”on her own, time passed quickly. linear thought and dates and times
and memories themselves were blurred into excitement at her new
life. new life, new freedom, new FRIENDS!! she almost lost herself
at times in the joy of it all.
in the beginning, she always came back to jack frost.
checking in, asking about how he’s been, how life as a guardian
is treating him. and he always says he’s fine. not to worry.
so she doesn’t.it’s here, in this small town, playing with a group of kids that lovingly
called her their imaginary friend, she spotted him. not for the first time,
she feels a flicker of worry in her chest. how long has it been now since
they saw each other? surely, it can’t be more than… a few years. there’s
a strange expression on his face, and she breaks away from the game
of tag to run to his side. as if no time has passed at all.“ isn’t it a beautiful day? i could stay out here for hours! “
she throws her arms around his shoulders and hugs him tightly, and for
a second, she feels that center she had been attuned to for so long
thrumming in his chest.“ how ARE you, jack? “
He nearly FLINCHES when she brings him into an embrace, god. Such a simple gesture of affection shook him to his very core. How pathetic was that ? Oh, but, he lets her do it anyway. He allows a hand to half - heartedly give her head a pat, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t run. Not PHYSICALLY, anyway. Oh, but he wanted to. He couldn’t allow himself to get USED TO this again. Couldn’t let hope make him its toy.
A weak smile plays on pale lips &. he allows a strained chuckle to slip through them, glancing up at the sky. Holly had a point. Despite the snow &. chilly weather, the sun was still glimmering in the sky. Reflected off of the white ground ? Even Jack would admit that it was a sight to behold.
“ Eh, I’ve seen better. I’ll give it a 6 / 10 at best. Though . . . It is nice. ” For a brief moment, the gentle curvature of his lips seems normal, it wasn’t FORCED, it seemed like it really belonged on his face. Oh, but that only lasts for a short while, that little happy flame is snuffed out almost immediately. There it was, that million dollar question.
HOW ARE YOU ?
For most, it was just small talk, but for him it was a little different. Every moment he hesitated was another chance for the truth to slip out between clenched teeth. He didn’t WANT to lie, but what other choice did he have ? Talk about what’s really been bothering him ? Preposterous.
Here it was, he’d rehearsed this a million times, just follow through. Don’t BOTCH THIS UP. Not like he does with everything else. “ Oh, well, I’m - ” &. then he stops. Why did he stop ? It was only for a few seconds, a little LONGER than an intake of breath, it couldn’t be noticeable, god he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. In a panic, the words tumble from his mouth &. he can almost feel the word LIAR being engraved into his skin. “ I’m fine, like always, “ he says, the chirp in his voice all too fake. “ How are you ? “