#emmaontheice

[makenzie-rush]

Doing some likes cleaning again and found this feely beauty:

Remember that one time when inhonoredglory/somethingveryspecialinside and emmaontheice roleplayed the entire scene when Jack saves his sister? 

That was a fun night. 

[jamie-the-believer]

*touch*

like a virgin.~

touched for the very first time.~

[makenzie-rush]

...is taco bell even open at three in the morning?!

[iwasonlyplaying-blog]

Visitors and the Avoidance of.

Beatrice had refused to shut up about it. Everyone knew that her aunt and cousins were coming and still, she pranced about town, announcing to everyone who would or wouldn't listen that they were having guests. That day had been even worse, since they were supposed to arrive sometime during the upcoming week.

Agatha was positively thrilled. Another girl, just waiting to be taught to make fun of and mock her to the point of starting a fight, inadvertently sending her either to Judge Hopkins (again) or to her mother (also, again).

"They're here, they're here!" It was at that point that her mother came out of the house, grabbed her hand, and all but dragged her along to the town gates to greet the newcomers. She caught the eye of a girl once they were there, a girl who looked to be just about her age, and looked on defiantly.

There wouldn't be any hurting going on around here, else there would be hell to pay. She'd make sure of it.

[colonial-frost]

What's Emma like?

"She's eight, and a bit small for her age.  She's really sweet to friends and strangers, and a bit gullible sometimes, too.  She's always curious as to what I'm up to, and likes to nag me about it even when I'm not willing to talk about it.  She has this sassy streak she seems to like to save for me, but never over anything serious.  She always tries to hold grudges at me when she get angry, usually giving me the silent treatment or pouting, but she can never hold on- she's too sweet.  And right now I can just feel her giving me the weirdest look as she's writing this down for me." -Jack

"How could you tell?" - Emma

[jamie-the-believer]

fun-is-spelled-jack-frost: I wish you were here sooner *cries on shoulder*

emmaontheice: BECAUSE I HAVE MY BIO FINAL TOMORROW AND THIS FINAL DETERMINES IF I PASS OR FAIL *sobs*

[herderofburgess]

As Jack had promised, he would return. They owed Jamie far more then mere visits, which were few and far between, though Jack had far more time on his hands then most. It had become a routine of which Jamie would leave the window cracked open, unlocked, for Jack to slip inside during the night. When he was awake, he'd tell stories. Tales of the past, of memories he had unlocked at the recovery of his teeth. He had given the child his staff, and feigned being Jack, while he made it snow lightly within the bedroom. They would laugh in hushed tones, and it came as natural instinct to play, until the boy would at long last tire himself out and fall asleep. Jack would tuck him into bed then, whispering goodnight, and taking the time to pay a visit to the sleeping Sophie as well. He'd been intent on doing so that night, as he had many. He had paid no mind to the creeking of the stairs, and failed to notice the door being pushed inwards as he turned to pay his last visit. The Guardian of Frost froze within his tracks, staff clutched within his hand. He'd ducked back, into the shadows within the corner even so. Adults could not see him, he reminded himself, but she had startled him. Or that was what he had always belived. There was something unsettling about the womans gaze, the way she looked straight forward, halted, rather then going straight forth to Jamie's bed to check on him as she should have.. "You're not.. looking at me." His lips parted, inhaling a deep breath. There was no chance, but he could feel her eyes staring right at him. His own blue hues gleamed in the moonlit room as he stepped forward cautiously. It was only his imagination.. It had to be his imagination that she was identical to his sister, long deceased, yet older.. It brought chills to Jack's spine, and he almost half hoped he would not be heard. "Emma..?"