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( ✴ ) — This wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like this. i mean, walking into Wyatt’s house without knocking of course. Baby tooth had a feeling that his mother wasn’t home, she never really was, but she could only hope Wyatt was home with the door unlock and all that. Looking around as she slowly made her way through the house, she called out ❝ Wyatt? Are you home?❞ She frowned as she didn’t hear a reply at first. ❝Wyatt Tyler Joseph Frost!❞ She called out louder as she made her way towards his wroom. Slowly though.
He's sleeping-- with all the windows open, and a cooling blanket spread over his form; the heat's on in the house now more than - usual for his mom's sake, and though she'll complain about was- ting the heating bill when all the heat goes out his windows, she knows in the end its best to just... let Wyatt-- cool off. Constantly.
However the voice coming from the floor below doesn't help his need to sleep; he'd been up playing bioshock, and reading the - various comics strewn across his floor all night. Then did a little bit of homework that'd be expected to be done, after thanksgiv- ing break.
Luckily he recognizes the voice before she furiously kicks down his bedroom door-- no, he's joking, she's not going to actually - kick down his door.... RIGHT? He sits up, a hand carding through light brown locks, frosted blue irises landing on the red headed female glaring steamily at him through blue and pink irises.
❝ Uh... hi? ❞
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2014 11/27 Colin Ford: Happy thanksgiving! From my baby and I to you :). Be safe, be well and be thankful! (X)
Casually slips a necklace around Wyatt's neck. Kisses his cheek. Walks away.
He isn’t quite used to gifts, though he should be; Xavior has given him one or two already if not more, and yet he stands there a bit du- mb founded, thumbing the necklace around his neck, before he smiles faintly down at it.
my MULTI-VERSE ORIGINAL CHARACTER has a game of thrones verse;
and since in normal verse, his father is Jack Frost, also known as Jokul Frosti to some Norse Mythology, I thought to implicate it somewhat— now I don’t know much about the gods of Westeros, aside from the heart trees, the others, the seven, and the old gods not having names; as well as some dothraki things; but i thought to incorporate it as, his father being an old spirit/god, that helps bring winter on it’s way, travelling unseen across Westeros time and time again, bringing the years long winters; while during the summers he returns beyond the wall, to where he belongs. however, sometime in his wanderings strictly close north of westeros to the wall, he had found a small settling, a place under the lordship of a man by the house name burke; they reside in wintersground, where winter comes first, and goes last. there he met a woman, now he held no affections towards her aside from her radiant beauty, even a god can be fooled into falling for such things; and as charming as he can be, he layed with her, and that was all it took for a babe to develop in her womb.
rlly want…….. romance……. for jon
wE DON’T TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YGRITTE.
rlly want…….. romance……. for jon
wE DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YGRITTE.
There is an air about him that is cold, and yet though his eyes speak volumes of what he has seen and done, reflecting his soul like a mirror towards the outside; they are still cold, like the air around him, icy and frigid though his heart is as warm as any hearth in any home in the seven kingdoms, if not their sun, that hangs a- bove their heads. He is of conflicting emotions as any boy his age is, though mayhaps not un- der the same circumstances as a bastard of the North may be, but still similar feelings.
It is those eyes, of the very shade of ice that makes up the wall that stands keeping the things beyond from the people of Westeros, that noti- ces the approach; not many people come to Wintersground, it is not well known; for it is not a castle; though a large stone building stands in it’s center, it is not a mere half the size of Win- terfell, the lands just slightly more southward than the town, that lies closer to the wall.
this just in: jack frost is not the guardian of fun he’s the guardian of being a huge ridiculous nerd
There is an air about him that is cold, and yet though his eyes speak volumes of what he has seen and done, reflecting his soul like a mirror towards the outside; they are still cold, like the air around him, icy and frigid though his heart is as warm as any hearth in any home in the seven kingdoms, if not their sun, that hangs a- bove their heads. He is of conflicting emotions as any boy his age is, though mayhaps not un- der the same circumstances as a bastard of the North may be, but still similar feelings.
It is those eyes, of the very shade of ice that makes up the wall that stands keeping the things beyond from the people of Westeros, that noti- ces the approach; not many people come to Wintersground, it is not well known; for it is not a castle; though a large stone building stands in it's center, it is not a mere half the size of Win- terfell, the lands just slightly more southward than the town, that lies closer to the wall.
{ Let me tell you that as an RPer of Jack Frost (with no account), I am very critical about this sort of thing, but I absolutely fell in love with your OC }
omg omg omg this is the highest of compliments i can get, i’ve had wyatt for three years now, and like— these compliments mAN I JuST
dfgsdfgsdf
hes my favorite and most treasured oc, i love him more than bran ngl
but thats because i made him and he’s my baby and i tried not to make it all about his powers and jack
i made it about who wyatt is
wyatt isn’t his powers
he’s a boy who just wants to be loved, to be accepted, to have friends.
and i write about his struggles with that, and his powers on the side.
but it’s not all about jack, because jack doesn’t define who wyatt is like other oc children make that about the powers and jack while he has problems with his father thats not what his entire life is about.
he is his own person u feel.
”—And I’m trying, baby. I really am.”
He pressed another kiss to Wyatts nose, and a final one to his lips.
”Yeah, let’s go before all the good parking spots are taken.”
❝ I know you are, but... can you try not to sleep all day? I mean, I know you need your rest and stuff, but it gets quiet-- except for when you snore. ❞ He's lying about the snoring and gives a soft smile, fingers linking with Xavior's, before nodding. And sooner rather than later they had driven and arrived at the waterfront, lake's weren't blue like the ocean unless it were the greater lakes and even then, they were more grey than blue. Only the water here took on a more green color due to the plant life and trees surrounding it that reflected off it's surface. Children were laughing in playing on the main beach, the sand packed with people reading or sun bathing, parents calling to their children-- but Wyatt knew a spot, that some others did know as well just off the pain beach, a smaller one, not watched by life guards or surrounded by bouies.
Colin Ford ( Under the Dome; the young Sam Winchester) becoming very sexy
”Sorry I couldn’t take you sooner, Doll. Been busy with the club.”
His arms wrapped around the boy and he kissed him again, slow, with an apology behind his lips. He really did mean to spend more time with him this summer, but with the schedule with the club, he goes into work late into the night and doesn’t get home until early in the morning and then he just sleeps through the day.
He gives a bit of a sigh even after the kiss, ❝ I thought things were supposed to be easier between us when you got this job. Not you being away all the time. ❞ He did believe that; though he supposed his lover not throwing off his clothes for women & men for a paycheck, was an improvement. ❝ --- but let's just go, yeah? ❞
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WINTER'S CHILD; A CHILD OF HUMANITY, AND A CHILD OF SOMETHING MORE. OF THE SNOW AND OF THE ICE, OF THE VERY SEASON. HE IS THE CHILD OF JACK FROST, THE FAIRYTALE---- THE LEGEND.