disbelievve-blog

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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  ?  “