drew starkey, homosexual, cis gender + he/him/his → isn’t that jackson snowden? the story claims that they're jack frost from rise of the guardians. i hear they’re 25 (timeless). in the cursed town they’re a retired professional ice skater that teaches ice skating lessons during the winter season while also working as a camp counselor during the summer season, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a guardian. they seem to be hardworking & determined, but also sarcastic & antagonistic. their aesthetics include a small, wisping cloud of warm breath on a cold winter's day, a well worn and almost tattered blue and grey jumper that was handmade lovingly years ago, and warm, bubbly, carefree laughter.
GENERAL STATS
height: six feet and two inches (6'2")
weight: one hundred and sixty five pounds (165 lbs)
sexuality: homosexual
cocksize: six and half inches (6.5") with a slight curve to the left and a thick vein down the length of his shaft on the top.
position: bottom (though, with enough of an emotional connection, he would consider topping though that would take plotting and a very special connection with someone)
some kinks: rough sex, sex outside, dominant partners, choking, ice play, oral (giving), daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding (receiving), public sex, multiple partners, musk, body worship, teasing, and more to come.
anti kinks: scat, gore, vore, diaper play, and age play
libido: high doesn't even begin to cover it. he is always pining for it.
FAIRY TALE REALM (pre-curse)
name: jack frost
other titles: the king of winter, the guardian of fun, father winter, frost, the guardian of fun, and the bringer of winter
age: timeless, died in his twenties (but unfortunately doesn't remember his life before death so he doesn't remember how old he was, exactly, upon death)
hair color: stark white
eye color: a striking blue
occupation: the spirit of winter
personality: still a bit of a loner, even after finding his place amongst the other guardians he still struggles from time to time with being a member of a team. jack has a tendency to put himself first because all he cares about is having fun, and being remembered, and sometimes those ideals of his get in the way of what should be his priority.
after struggling to fully embrace his powers, and his responsibilities, jack has made up for the trouble he originally caused-- though it's hard to say if he really learned his lesson or not. while he is much closer with the other guardian's, and more respectful of the roles they ALL play, he still has a tendency to prefer his playful, and often mischievous, antics to actually following through with his duties.
you see, despite being a guardian for centuries now, jack has struggled to mature; at least his childish antics are matched by the permanent youthfulness of his appearance.
CURSED TOWN REALM (after the curse)
name: jackson snowden
age: twenty five (25 years old)
hair color: fluctuates between light brown and dirty blonde
eye color: blue
occupation: (retired professional ice skater) teaches ice skating during the winter season, and a camp counselor during the summer season.
personality: while still being a bit childish in nature, he has managed to mature a bit and has really taken to being a stable leader for the youth(s) that he is often entrusted with. he might not be the most responsible person in the world, but he would do anything for the children he looks after-- his students/campers-- and he often finds himself talking about them even when he's not working during the off seasons.
he might have been bubbly and playful on the surface but that was nothing more than a front to keep people from seeing the truth. jackson was broken.
most of the people that knew him, or knew of him, simply assumed he never fully recovered from the horrible accident that cost him his career as a professional ice skater; that cost him everything. while they aren't entirely wrong, the despondence he felt was due to far more than just that.
he was alone.
he had lost his little brother years before, and his parents shortly after. he had no family to call his own anymore and despite that charming smile of his and that quick wit, he hardly had any real friends he could call upon when he was stuck in his loneliness. he loved skating but he didn't pour himself into the sport because he wanted to be good at it or because he wanted titles and medals hanging from his neck; he just wanted to be remembered.
to be known.
now that the facade of their world was shattered and the truth of who he was came back to him, it was easier to hide that sadness in his eyes but it still lingered in his lungs like cold air he just couldn't seem to escape.
jackson was still alone.
he poured himself into his lessons, and to being a leader for the kids that he watched over at camp, but it still wasn't enough to fill the growing void in his chest. sleeping around seemed to help some, at least it made him feel wanted-- and remembered-- for just a bit longer but, even then, it wasn't enough.
my laptop died but I finally got it replaced... took forever to figure out which emails I used for everything (still not sure about discord). I will have replies out tomorrow (and hopefully be back into discord)
where: pellar; park | when: day ; during the curse | whom: @snowdenjackson | answered ask: here | 17. [MASC]
Rory isn't one to dress down. Even when he's being a good boy for grandpa, it's jeans, t-shirt, some bracelets, maybe even a hat.
So sitting at a park bench in some baggy basketball shorts and a cut off shirt that really doesn't cover much is definitely outside of his usual dress code. He'd been lazy that morning especially since it's his day off.
He came to the park to be a part of nature in the laziest way he could but it turns out to be in his favor.
He sees Jackson not too far away. They make eye contact and Rory knows this will go similarly to how most of their meet ups (spontaneous or planned) go.
Rory smirks, looks around to make sure no one else is looking, then pulls the leg of his shorts up. Just this is enough to get his dick to harden and pop out against his thigh. He gives Jackson, then his dick an expectant look.
wearing that same tattered, bluish gray sweater that had become a staple in his wardrobe and a pair of jeans, jackson took to wandering through the park just to try and kill some time. even with the chaos of everything unfolding after that party, his worst enemy was still boredom.
thankfully he noticed someone familiar not too far away from him.
of course when he needed a distraction, rory was the one to show up.
--and he was very distracting. he was used to the other usually being a bit more dressed up, but jackson certainly wasn't complaining about the view as he made his way closer; those blue eyes of his bouncing back and forth as he shamelessly checked the other out.
all it took was to look up and within a split second of direct eye contact, he knew where this was about to be like most of their run ins.
--and even if they hadn't been on the same page, as he finally settled to stand in front of rory it became more than obvious what was on the other's mind as he pulled up the leg of his shorts on one side; his hardening dick falling out with a thud against his thigh.
rory's confident posture and the way he was looking at jackson so expectantly was all he needed.
"it's good to see you too," he teased with that damned smirk of his as he stepped forward. matching the other's attempt at caution, he quickly looked around to make sure they at least looked as if they were alone, before dropping down and making a place for himself on his knees between rory's legs.
"really good to see you," jackson mumbled as he leaned in, his face buried briefly in rory's groin as he kissed against the other's clothed pelvis before turning his head to the side. trailing his lips down rory's shaft, he took his time kissing and swiping his tongue against the thickness of it until his lips were finally pressed against the head. he then slipped his right hand, cool to the touch, underneath the loose fabric of rory's basketball shorts to get a better grip around the base of him as he wrapped his lips around the tip and took him into his mouth.
Flynn should get a substantial raise for coming into work after everything that's happened. Though to be honest, he's only here because Gothel is being possessive and Auri is trying to soften him up. Meanwhile Flynn was losing his mind so he decided to come in and either work so hard he can't think or find enough hook ups to distract him long enough.
He takes the empty bottle from the poor guy and manages to keep him steady on the bar stool.
"Damn, that does sound like shit. If it makes you feel any better, I was a pretty renowned thief and hero and now I'm... well..."
He gestures around to the bar. Not bad by any means, but definitely not the comfortable life he'd gotten back then.
"As for your last question, washed up doesn't mean a bad fuck, right?"
He winks at the guy then offers him a glass of water.
tipsy. yeah, sure, that was a good way to describe his current state; especially as he leaned forward to rest on the bar only to wind up tipping himself completely off the seat of the stool. at least someone was there to catch him. someone strong; someone handsome; someone warm.
then again everyone was warm compared to him.
"pretty sure the first rule of being a thief is not telling people that..." he half joked, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he lightly chewed on the skin and steadied himself with the other's help.
"dude, working at a bar is wicked cool... but i get your point. we all had things taken from us, i guess i shouldn't complain. it could have always been worse. they could have made me ginger."
perking up as the conversation was brought back to his more crude question, he angled himself forward again and this time managed to actually lean against the bar without tipping from his seat.
tipsy; and emotional; and horny it would seem.
"exactly my point. what, just because i'm not some fortune 500 guy or running my own business, suddenly i don't know how to suck dick or arch my back? i'm not trying to settle down and mooch off your 401k, i just wanna fuck." he explained, or argued depending on how you took his tone, a bit excitedly.
"being washed up doesn't make me a bad fuck but barely anybody seems to listen. i mean, i have maybe one person i could call but that's beside the point. what do i have to do, beg for someone to let me prove it?"
"Ok well they made me stupid. I mean I guess at least they didn't shave my head or make my dick small. But when I find out who it was I am going to sear them with a blast of light magic so hot it cooks them." Auri had gone from being a prince to a cashier at a craft store, but at least he was still beautiful and had great hair. He would have been very upset- well more upset than he was otherwise. And they left him with his dad which was also a kindness if you asked him.
Auri was also a bit drunk, a bottle of wine in his hands and he was draped over the back of a couch leaning on it his cheeks flushed as he listened to the other complain. Which was fine by him he liked hearing him speak. HIs voice was nice. Auri stifled a laugh. "I'd fuck you. I'd hogtie you and fuck you till you were crying for mercy. Fuck I'd keep you in my tower with me you're super hot, washed up or not. I can probably heal you once all the magic is back. That's like kinda my thing."
"i know what you mean! i went from being the literal embodiment of winter, and fun, to being some washed up dude that did nothing more than give a foundation to the idea that those who can't, teach." jackson added on with a bit of excitement as the other joined in on his complaining.
"you could probably pull off a shaved head, i have a feeling anything would look good on you, but yeah you're lucky you still have your hair. kind of miss mine being white." he continued on as he winked at the other; well, tried to wink. again, he wasn't drunk but he wasn't sober so rather than opening and closing his eye quickly he just closed his left eye, and for the lack of a better description, just squinted at the other for a moment.
blinking, properly this time, he let his head angle to the side as he turned to fully face the other male; the bottle slipping from his grip and, thankfully, landing on the bar top without breaking in a show of how distracted, and caught off guard, he was by what the other had just said.
"wait, hold on, i was going to ask about you not being small," he half chuckled, "but-- which part of that is kinda your thing? the magic healing part or the you hogtying me and fucking me until i'm crying for mercy part?"
"did you have a lot of money in the land that you were in before?" gothel thought about the advice he would give his own son. he couldn't complain about freedom if he wasn't free before. jackson couldn't miss wealth and fame if he didn't have it before. “so you don't believe people that say money doesn't buy happiness?” he didn't, but he could at least pretend that he did for the time being.
“you need to stop doubting yourself. you can be just as good at speeches if you applied yourself. i'm sure of it.” there was something that jackson had that gothel didn't. the beauty of youth. it was enough where he was a little jealous of him. enough where he wasn't going to let him victimize himself. no one was going to sulk on his end of things that they were missing when they were that young.
“all of this was fake on some level, so take the initiative yourself. grab life by the balls or whatever the kids are saying nowadays.” humberto made himself laugh softly. he tapped the counter of the bar a little bit. “if you once led a small group of kids, then you can do it again. if you want more for yourself, then just seek that out. complaining isn't going to get you anything.”
that's when he stood up from his seat. he wasn't going to be the only attendee to a pity party. then he moved his hands over to jackson's body, straightening him out a bit. one hand pushed his chest away from the bar and the other rested underneath his chin. that way he was able to lift it up. if he was going to drill some sense into him, he had to be alert and aware.
“what does this version of you want? is it fame and wealth? a powerul job? then start applying now that you have more control for yourself. cursed you and the real you, what do both of them want to do?”
talking about their spelled versus regular selves was confusing enough. add that to the fact that he was talking to someone who he knew better in the cursed world and everything was even harder. “well, to clear things up, i would never hook up with someone in a sleazy bathroom. i'm worth much more than that. gothel and humberto align on at least one thing.” he lifted his own head a little bit, straightening his back out. pride was always a part of him and that would never go away. “if you try hard enough and prioritize things, i'm sure you'd have time for both. you just have to decide what you want to do now versus later.”
he was making it seem so simple, but he knew that it wasn't. his own lips curved into a smirk sly enough to match jackson's. mainly because on some level, the younger and beautiful man wanted to bed him. good. he still had it.
“you are hot, that's not a question that you even have to ask. i'd say smoking, but that doesn't seem to fit right now.”
"money? no." he answered plainly with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "before i had no need for money, consider it a perk of being dead i guess; or maybe it would sound nicer to say transcending life and becoming an immortal spiritual manifestation of winter; a guardian-- though, if you ask me, i prefer saying i'm the guardian of fun."
"--and now that i've had a taste of humanity again, i think that people who claim money doesn't buy happiness speak from a place of privilege and luxury that not everyone else can afford." he shrugged again, "but what do i know."
rolling his eyes as a heavy sigh escaped him, he let his head fall back much like a sullen teenager might when they were being lectured too.
"you sound like north, and cottontail sometimes. they are always going on about how much i can achieve if i just apply myself." he knew they were all right and despite that, and despite having experienced his some of his potential in his past, he still preferred to shirk responsibilities and just have fun.
or complain it seemed.
"i think the kids would just say something like do it lady in a weird voice but, yeah, i get what you mean." he mumbled as he lifted his head back so he could look at the other man again. "it wasn't really like that, they were more my friends and we were working together to save their world. i'm not really the army type, frankly i don't think i'd need one," well he was certainly still cocky, "but i think i get what you mean. i could still be a guiding force in my kids lives if i wanted to be."
furrowing his brow as he watched the man abruptly rise from his seat, jackson leaned over the bar again to rest on his elbows as he watched with curiosity to see what the man was going to do. this wouldn't be the first time he'd annoyed someone to the point they just walked away from the conversation altogether. much to his surprise, though, the next thing he knew the man was upon him; one hand against his chest, pushing him back away from the bar and leading him to sit up straight in his chair until his back was pressed flat against the chairs back; the other moved to grip his chin and tilt his head so he could ensure he had jackson's full attention.
"i--" he hesitated.
"i don't know," he mumbled his answer only to pull away from the gravity of the moment in his usual way. "wow, that was really hot. you are really hot." clearly it didn't take much to distract jackson, or jack for that matter; especially when there was a handsome man directly in front of him.
touching him.
he had a one track mind.
"i think i deserve some credit because i did say i thought you were too good for a bathroom hookup, and i did mean that as a compliment."
"honestly, i think everyone is confused on what we should be doing right now. i know i want to go back to try and figure things out, but what about the people that don't? what if we're wrong and this isn't some kind of curse and we were all sent here for a reason? what if he have nothing to go back to? it's-- it's a lot of questions and right now? i don't want to deal with figuring out the answers. i'd rather prioritize jackson's thoughts right now," as he mentioned focusing on jackson, he made no effort to hide the way his eyes dropped to look the man over again; slowly taking in every inch of him. "--and right now those thoughts are a bit stuck on you."
he smirked, "especially now that i know you think i'm hot; smoking even. i guess it's a good thing i can't melt."
the martini glass had been forgotten for the time being. he slowly turned around in his seat so that he could face jackson, wanting to make sure that he knew he was paying attention to him. “happy is suggestive, dear. do you think that doctors are happy if they're stressed with saving lives? what you mentioned has a lot of responsibility, they just get paid more.”
he couldn't complain. he had an inn, his son, and technically his son's cousin was another pseudo son. still, gothel had been mad upon waking up. pissed that someone put him under a spell.
“you say you're not something cool, but how many athletes do you know? even if the time was short lived, that's still something. also you can probably guide that summer camp to be your little army.” he wasn't normally this helpful, but his true evil side was poking out at the mention of an army. which caused him to smile, just a hint.
“stop sulking. people want to fuck whoever they find hot and that has nothing to do with your profession. now that you're awake, what do you want to be?” gothel's brows rose up in unison.
"hey, now that i'm-- we're-- in a place where money matters, i think it's fair to be upset to not have landed on the lavish end of things." he argued, though the line of his lips and his tone hinted that he was being more playful. "--and i know all about responsibilities, and the stress that comes with them, but none of that takes away from the happiness of it when you are doing what you were always meant to do."
"or something like that. i don't know, north was always better with big speeches." jackson shrugged as he set his emptied bottle down and turned to fully face the man beside him. he was handsome, incredibly so, and at least older in appearance. there was a chance, given who he was, that he knew and understood more than jack did but that didn't mean he was going to actually listen.
"technically i have led a small army of children before, though i would hardly call them an army... and it was a bit of a group effort-- but that's not the point. i can understand to a degree the way the spell, curse, whatever you want to call it interpreted my life and my drive and decided that's what i should be but--" he huffed with frustration, "--they could have spared a bit of flare for me."
"sulking is fun." jackson argued with an overdramatic pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. he lingered in that pose for a moment as the other's question settled heavy on his mind. his posture softened, his arms dropped back to rest comfortably at his sides, he leaned against the bar top and furrowed his brows as he genuinely considered his answer.
"that's the most confusing part of it all. i am, as you put it, awake now. i know what my duties are, and what my priority should be, but it's like there is still a voice inside me going on and on about what this version of me wants."
"my truth, the jack part of me wants to get back home and find out who did this to me-- to us, to all of us-- find out why they did it, and stop them from doing it again but the jackson part of me? it's like all he wants to do is invite you back to his place, because you seem too good, in a way, to just head to the bathroom's here or the alley out back-- and it's confusing because i know, technically, jackson never existed and is just the byproduct of whatever this is... but it's like i'm still him too, you know? i'm not sure who i'm supposed to listen to right now; who i'm supposed to be..."
of course, because he was more known for jokes than deep thoughts, after letting his question's linger for a moment he couldn't seem to stop himself from cocking his head to the side as his lips pulled back into a subtle smirk.
"so, wait, if my profession doesn't matter-- then do you think i'm hot?"
location: cauldron bubble
setting: after the party
"you know, the worst part of all of this--" jackson blurted out, his right hand gripping onto the neck of the bottle he'd been drinking from; though now he was swinging it about between them as he spoke to the man near him. "--they didn't even bother to give me a better life. some of you assholes got to be doctors, lawyers, mayor's, and-- and-- happy, or whatever."
despite his current ranting, and the way he was moving, jackson wasn't drunk. well, he wasn't sober either, but he still had control over himself; for the most part.
"--and instead of getting to be something cool they made me a washed up, retired way-to-young athlete that teaches ice skating? oh, and i get to be a counselor for summer camp too? i mean, come on." he groaned out before bringing the bottle he was haphazardously swinging about to his lips to finish it off in one final swig.
"don't get me wrong, i love my kids-- and i guess i should be greatful they didn't make me the owner of an ice cream parlor or something-- but they still could have let me be something, i don't know, cooler."
[Who: Anyone @talednewsletter] [When: Before The Curse Breaks, Early Morning] [Where: The Gym's Shower] [Why: The Owner of the Gym finished his morning workout, and your character walks into him while he was having a shower]
Admittedly, there are still a few areas in the gym that can use some work. But the place is fully functional. A spacious area for weight lifting. A row of running machines faces the bright industrial open window at the cardio section. Three dedicated spaces for classes. Therion is proud of his gym. And he truly hopes this will become a place where other townfolks can better themselves. Both mentally and physically. But he does have to work on the shower area eventually...When he has a bit more cash flow in hand.
The space is open. Some might even call it rustic, perhaps. He managed to install new flooring and shower tiles, but that was when the funds got a little tight. And that meant no shower dividers. Privacy will have to come with a price in the near future, in the form of a hefty bill. At least it doesn't entirely look like a prison shower.
Therion had an early start. He began to lift weights at six in the morning, working on his chest for an hour before he moved on to arms. Half an hour later, he spent another half at the cardio section. By the end of his workout, his tank top was soaked with sweat. And he quickly made his way to the shower.
Hot water fell over his muscular form. Therion let out a satisfying sigh as he felt fresh and renewed. He looked at the mirror from the other side of the wall- Of course, he installed a full mirror wall. There is nothing wrong for hard-working men to look at the labour of their hard work. He placed a hand over his pectoral muscle, feeling the pump in his muscles as someone else walked into the area.
he used to always wake up before dawn to start his training and exercise; and that was one thing that hadn't changed about his life after the accident. even though he was retired and had more than enough of an excuse to sleep in for once, out of habit he was up at four in the morning; running through the town as if he was still a competing athlete.
making two laps through the towns center, he eventually made his way towards the gym and became painfully aware of how much slower he was. back in his prime he would have been able to lap the town center twice and reached the gym by five AM at the latest but now, today? it was a few minutes past six before he trudged through the front doors.
already a bit winded, he didn't pay much attention to the man already in the gym and made his way over to the rowing machines.
the pain in his knee as he sat on the machine and got into position was a cold reminder of his own shortcomings but he didn't let that stop him; he had become quite talented at hiding the winces and whimpers every time he finished a rep as the pain from his old injury flared up with each movement.
eventually he had the gym to himself. assuming the other man had already left, jackson slowly pushed himself back up onto his feet and just looked at the weights. he stood there for a few minutes, considering how far he wanted to push himself, before ultimately deciding he had done enough for today.
it became clear fairly quickly after stepping into the locker room next to the showers that he had been wrong; the man had not left yet.
unfortunately the usually charming jackson was exhausted so instead of having something clever to say he simply stared at the man's reflection; watching him in the full length mirror attached to the wall.
oh, don't worry, it got worse.
he tried to divert his attention and turn around, only to position himself so that he was now facing the man head on as he reached down and began squeezing at his pectoral; flustering jackson even more.
"fuck me," he finally managed to say something as he scrambled to regain some form of exposure as the man caught him looking. "i, uh, right so-- should i, uh, go-- yeah, you know, i don't know... hey? hi."
give him a few minutes and he'd have enough brain cells thawed out to make some lame joke that he's only this tongue-tied because he hadn't had his morning coffee yet.
"This…This doesn't make any sense." Soren's lips turned down in a frown. His mask was still on his face as he took a moment to himself. Or at least, he thought he was by himself. Slipping away from the party to breath. “There's no way something like that could happen. Magic is just a myth. Stories that adults tell their kids to inspire them to do good things, or to not do bad things.” Soren has always prided himself. He was a logical guy. Once someone became his friend, he would do anything for them. But he can often times come across cold and stoic. So, to no one's surprise, he doesn't exactly have a large amount of friends and companions.
“Just…Mass Hysteria. That has to be it. We probably all heard something and our minds are just treating it like it's real. Only a fool would think it was.” And yet, his voice didn't hold the convinction in it that it did when he talked about things in the museum. When he talked about things that he knew was true. Because there was still a piece of him that doubted it.
his mask had been lost in the commotion but that was hardly a concern of his. after being carried outside by his power, he finally found his footing on the ground again as he wrestled with the avalanche of memories that continued to bombard him.
in a moment of desperation, he looked to the moon and hoped for some kind of explanation for why anyone of this might have happened and for a moment he thought the moon was answering him... but it quickly became clear that his old friend, at least here, had nothing else to say to him.
that was someone else speaking.
jackson opened his mouth to offer his opinion but in this life, and the one prior, he had never really been one for big speeches or emotional anecdotes; but, still, he wanted to try and help.
holding his right hand out in front of himself, his palm facing up, he focused his power and began creating snow in his grip. he had done this trick countless times in his life, it was often instantanenous and easy, but this time around it seemed to require some decent focus on his part; as if he'd been cut off from his powers for so long he'd forgotten how to use them.
it wasn't perfect, and was hardly spherical, but he managed to create a crude snowball-- and just as soon as it had finished forming, it was launching from his grip and arcing through the air; aimed directly for the other's face as he threw it at them.
biting back his own laughter as it collided with them, jackson tucked his hands into his pockets as if that would somehow make him look innocent as he leaned forward to teasingly ask them,
@talednewsletter
open to: all (feel free to assume our muses know each other etc.)
location: luna's diner
when? post party
the past week, zeke had felt strange, though he couldn’t pin down why. it came in flashes—fleeting, gone before he could make sense of them. a scent that lingered where it shouldn’t. the edge of teeth that felt sharper than they looked in the mirror. a hunger for meat that clawed at his gut until he gave in, convinced he’d starve otherwise. he brushed it all off, kept his head down, carried on.
until the party.
he hadn’t even wanted to go—too many people, too many eyes, half the damn town crammed into one place. but there, in the press of bodies and noise, something inside him broke loose. something ancient. and it wasn’t just him. the air had crackled with magic, memories bleeding through like fire through paper.
he’d run to the only place that ever felt safe. his ho—his diner.
bacon and sausage hissed in the pan, the familiar sound grounding him while he inspected the unfamiliar. fangs where blunt teeth used to be, his tongue clumsy around them. claws curving from his hands like they belonged there. his ears were... bigger, definitely furrier. and behind him, pushing free as if it had always been waiting—something more. he was ignoring the tail for now.
memories surged and scattered, half-formed glimpses of another life. exile. outcast. monster. was it truth, or just another curse laid on thick? yet hadn’t he always felt apart, even here in pellar? maybe it had only ever been the truth rising to the surface.
his ears caught the footsteps before the door swung open. instinct pulled a growl up from deep in his chest, rough and unrestrained.
one minute he had been doing his best to enjoy the party, taking part in generic niceties and small talk with other townspeople, and the next he was being swept off of his feet on a rush of wind as snow burst out from his hands; his fingertips capped with ice as magic surged back through him.
then came the bitter coldness of his memories.
no one was okay. even if their life had been decent here in pellar's town, they were all now being bombarded with confusing flashes and forgotten fragments of lives they had left behind; of lives they had been made to leave behind.
in a desperate attempt for answers, he ran from the party and turned to someone who had given him answers centuries ago when his life had changed for the first time. this time, though, the moon stayed silent; this time the moon had no answers for him.
so jackson...
or jack...
... wandered. bright blue eyes clenching shut as each new memory seared itself back into his mind with an unforgiving searing, freezing pain.
eventually he found himself stumbling into luna's diner. it wasn't necessarily a place of comfort for him; he honestly wasn't sure why he had led himself there. maybe he was led by his forgotten desire to help to find another lost townsfolk, or maybe he was just hungry. either way he was here and jack...
no, jackson...
... planned to stay; for now.
"whoa," he huffed under his breath as he stepped forward and let the door close behind himself. "if these memories are worth believing, pretty sure you're stealing my gig there big guy; i'm supposed to be the cold one."
"--sure smells like your open." jackson added on with a smug smirk and purse of his lips as he ignored the other's aggression and made his way closer.
