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[frostedspirit]

{{ Sorry to those of you waiting for replies. Muse has escaped me today. I think it's because I'm sick. ;-; I'll try later or tomorrow after I've rested up! Sorry again! u.u }}

[willowthewhisper]

Willow travelled down the forest path, sparing a fond glance for the castle in the near distance. She wasn’t in her small, blue form, appearing instead as a faintly glowing girl with pale skin, silvery freckles and hair, and pale blue eyes. She turned down a turn in the trail and froze, seeing a girl with wild orange hair in front of her. “Me..Merida?” Willow asked hesitantly.

[frostedspirit]

"Who are ye? What are ye doin' so close tae the castle?" Merida had noticed the pale boy strolling around the castle grounds for a while now, but it was only when he passed the kitchen's door did she catch him.

Eying up the stranger before him, Jack managed to mouth a brief - woah before returning to his cocky stance, a perfectly placed smirk spreading across his features. "Well hey there ginge. I'm sorry, I don't quite understand you." He laughed softly, bending down a little to match her height, "So...what is that? I'm detecting some sort of anger, but with the accent and the sound being muffled by that mess 'o hair I really can't tell..."

[kristofflovesreindeer-blog]

you're not alone ( isawawisp )

Jack Frost.

That was his name, wasn't it? The Moon told him as much, whispering it in his head as he floated above the icy grip of the lake. His name was all he knew. Everything else was clouded in a mist so thick that his chilled palms could barely break it. He had no memory. And so, Jack decided, he was a ghost. He made the forest his domain. He learned the trees and bounded within their branches and his laugh could be heard over the meanest of winter winds. The colonial village that laid just beyond the Indian trail spoke tales of the wintry boy, certain the forest was haunted with his spirit. Though they couldn't possibly know for certain, because no one had seen the spectral boy. 

They only heard his laugh on the coldest of nights, when the Moon was at its peak, a perfect, shrill note that glanced over the winds. 

Jack loved playing tricks on those brave enough to venture forth. Children would wander from the village and comb through the rocky terrain, picking their way shakily around his lake... but once a stray snowball pegged them they were often found screaming and tripping over their fur boots. Thus, the stories about the ghost in the woods began and never quite ceased.

There was a little girl that came more often than the others. She wasn't particularly interesting to Jack--she was average beyond reason. She had brown hair and eyes and a dress she rather liked, which she once revealed her mother made. But Jack didn't like the little girl with eyes as wide as the Moon. Because she often came to his lake to cry and only the most bothersome of tricks could scare her away.

"Stop crying!" He would demand when she came, hurling another snowball her way. The girl was as stubborn as he was, sobbing and stumbling and talking about her brother mindlessly. Jack huffed and stomped around her, shaking his fists like a petulant child, but the girl neither heard him or saw him. She just cried and Jack hated it! 

Yet, tonight he was alone, creeping along the bank of the lake. He watched with longing the lights thrown from the village. But the villagers thought of him as only a ghost, whispers of a life he had never known. Jack wandered to the bank of his lake, which was swirling and splashing onto his cold feet. The water froze whenever it touched his bare toes. 

Jack Frost was his name.

But was he alive... or dead?

[queenelinorofdunbroch]

((Alrighty. So the land of dreams is beckoning and I'll not ignore it's beseeching any longer XD I did accomplish a few replies today (yay! *cue horribly choreographed happy dance*) Hopefully the links are correct and/or work _._

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Clara stuck her head out her window to take a quick peak as to who was at her door. "Hey! I'll be right down okay?" She called smiling down at them and then rushing down to the door and answering it. "Hello there! Sorry I took so long, was reading." She laughed a little and smiled.

[aghostwandering-archive]

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[fxtzherbert-blog]

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((Is AU like an AU of their relationship or of our characters themselves? Whatever, I decided it’s gonna be modern AU now XD))

Flynn sat on a bench in the park. It had been the one furthest away from the playground, yet he could still hear the giggles coming from the children playing there. 

He glanced down at the small bear toy he held in his hands, twisting it around to get a good look at it. He had found it sticking out of a small bag and, without really thinking about what he was doing, had picked it up and walked off to find an empty bench. He felt a little bit guilty, as it probably belonged to a kid, but he decided to just blame the stress he was dealing with at work and not think anymore about it.

Until he heard the frantic cries of a little girl, however. Looking over, he saw a little girl darting around frantically, causing her bright red curls to bounce up and down. He heard her tell her mother repeatedly that ‘it’ was missing. And he was getting the distinct feeling that ‘it’ was her little black bear. 

Biting his bottom lip, he looked back down at the toy, wondering why he was even considering whether or not it was worth it. He needed to return it. She was in tears for God’s sake! He was too proud however, to admit that he had stolen it, however, and waited until the girl headed towards the slides to look before following her. 

“Hey,” he said, trying to get her attention.

She tilted her head up, peering at the strange man before her. “‘Ello,” she sniffed, her accent thick. 

“Uh, I found this near where I was sitting… Is it what you’re looking for?” He held out the little bear and her face lit up with a smile.

“You found ‘im!” she squealed, taking the toy in her arms and hugging it tightly. “Oh, thank ye’!” After checking to make sure that her little bear was quite all right, she moved forward, hugging Flynn’s leg.