A Place By The Fire

OOC: Cole Sparks is my OC from Rise of the Guardians. Inspired by Sandy's symbols. I've made Cole the keeper of comfort, so he's very understanding. Because of this, he's friends with Bunnymund and North. He has a keen sense of adventure and a tendency to worry. He can also control fire/heat, in any form, such as making fireworks appear, making shapes with flames, and other ways. Please, if you wanna RP or get advice or ask a question or just talk, I'll always be here! Current M!A(s):- Cole: None & Accepting (Tracking: fireinmyhands. cole sparks)

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I'll probably also unfollow the majority of RP blogs too, js

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So it's been months since I did anything on this blog so I'm just going to call this a done deal and ditch it. I'm not deleting it though because nostalgia.

If you haven't discovered my main blog then goodbye friends, I am gone

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Don't go!

Send me “Don’t go!” If you never, EVER want me to delete this blog

I’ll be back soon <3

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Notice: Some kind of hiatus

I know I've been away for a while and for that, I can only apologise. Life's been getting very surreal and I'm a little out of touch with Cole but replies are still in drafts so I'll do them when shit's not so weirdly wonderful

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Send me "Don't go!" If you never, EVER want me to delete this blog

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"Can we not fight tonight?"

The question was sudden, but sounded desperate. Over the last few weeks the pair had been dragged through a very rough patch and most nights ended with a chorus of shouting and door slamming; which took it’s toll on both of them.

"OK, Lena. Let’s try for a clean slate this week."

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*Apologises profusely for lack of replies & begs for your forgiveness if I owe*

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I did the challenge, with help from this asshole supercalifraginatural

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Tell me what you love most about my character

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"Are you sure it’s okay?"

The Spirit cocked his head at the other, expression plain and calm. “Yeah, just go on ahead. I’ve been here so many times, it may well become a second home.” He nodded towarss the cave entrance, something he’d discovered by accident but grown to love. “If you need light just say so. I’ll be right behind you.”

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Place One in My Inbox: Questions Edition.

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"Am I dead?"

"Another one?"

"And what if I don’t?"

"Are you afraid of God?"

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?"

"Are you really that shallow?"

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Can we go now?"

"Can we not fight tonight?"

"Can’t or won’t?"

"Do you even care about how I feel?"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"How could you do this?"

"How did you escape?"

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

"How long have you been there?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?"

"Just go, alright?"

"Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"Really?"

"Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?"

"That’s the best you could come up with?"

"Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Was I the only one who thought that?"

"Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?"

"What are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What do I have to say to make you understand?"

"What do you keep writing in that notebook?"

"What do you want with me?"

"What happened?"

"What if you stayed this time?"

"What if… what if I don’t want to be free?"

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Where did you go?"

"Where did you last see it?"

"Where’s the rest of the body?"

"Who are you?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?"

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Why do you have to make everything about you?"

"Why does it always have to be alcohol?"

"Why don’t you come over here and prove it?"

"Why is the truth so important to you?"

"Why should I help you?"

"Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"You don’t remember me?"

"You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?"

"You’ve been pretending all this time?"

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"Ugh," Cole rubbed his face wearily. "If you wet yourself, I’ll fly away and tell everyone what I said and Jack Frost will come and laugh at you too. Don’t get in a snowball fight with that guy. He cheats." Yes, it was off-topic but Cole thought that there’d be no harm in starting to branch out to his friends.

"Time machines are just weird and complex, two adjectives I rarely come to encounter willingly."

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Mike paused for a moment and looked at him quizically. “Jack Frost? As in.. Winter and snow? Is this one of those jokes that I’m not getting, or do his parents just have an odd sense of humour?” As far as Mike was concerned, Jack Frost was just another legend, like the tooth fairy, or Unicorns, so why Cole would bring that up like he knew him was a mystery.

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"Yup, Jack Frost. The winter guy. Big fan of practical jokes - Just don't piss the guy off unless you want your ass to get kicked." He stated quite plainly, wanting to be confused at Mike's lack of knowledge but deciding that patronising him wasn't the best way to go. 

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Lena pulled her face back and scrunched her nose. It still would take her time to get used to him randomly doing stuff like this, though honestly, he never really pinched her nose. "Me too," she said somewhat lamely with furrowed eyebrows.

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After a moment's silence, Cole just smiled and faced the TV again. "OK, so it's still pretty early... So, uhm..." Cole clicked his finger a few times as the cogs in his mind turned. "Why don't you tell me about a funny dream or something?" Admittedly it was a crap idea but at least he tried. 

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11 cx

11. a massage from my character

Cole blushed at that a little, though there was nothing to actually be embarrassed about. “Well, you can have one if you really want… As long as there a cuddles and kisses later?” It was a risqué offer, he knew but he wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to get Lena use to being close with him. 

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"Lena," He began, suddenly aware of how drunk he sounded and actually was. "I think this is gon’ be our getaway house. Like, if you don’t facy sleeping on the forest floor, you know where to go."

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Lena snorted softly at that and pulled away out of his reach. “You don’t have to do that, I can find other places to go.” This was his get away, she wasn’t taking that from him.

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"I jus' want you t' be alright, y'know?" He went on innocently. "I know y'think you're annoyin' but I want you around and I want t' make sure you've always got a place to go." He didn't want it to seem like he was patronising her but there was no real telling with Lena, especially like this.

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Replies will be sparse for a while

Shit is happening and I don't like it but must deal. Sorry

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"You're half an hour late."

Send me “You’re half an hour late.” for my muse to explain why they’re late for a date with yours.

Soaked from the evening downpour, Cole opened his mouth only to release a sigh once he’d come face to face with a very pissed off Lena. 

"OK, well, first I had to iron my shirt because it was really crumpled; that took twenty minutes because I dumped it in a random draw then I had to fid a nice tie, have and check i hadn’t forgotten anything." Yes, it sounded like a pack of lies but he had genuinely gone through this process and only this time had it taken so long. "I had an umbrella while I was out getting money for this date then the wind just struck and stole my it so I just had to run here."

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