sentence prompt "it was an accident"
ship: e. aster bunnymund/jack frost rating: mature a/n: yet another jackrabbit au; this one has a lot more history to it than is present here and maybe someday i’ll write it out but today is not that day. anyway please do enjoy!
When Jack imagined freedom, he didn’t think it would come with such blazing temperatures. He pictured heat – the kind that comes with hands tangled in sun warmed sheets, the kind that stirred a fire low in his belly – but what he didn’t picture was humidity that made bleached white hair stick to his forehead as he jogged across the street. The Pacific Northwest wasn’t supposed to be so hot, but it seems neither he nor Aster had gotten the memo when they’d moved.
They’d just wanted to get as far away from Pennsylvania as possible.
Jack shakes his head, trying to free himself of the memories. He doesn’t want today ruined by the past.
Of course, he got everything that he had wanted from the moment he’d helped them unpack in the large colonial style home beside his own. Jack had felt easy kinship with Aster from day one, and had pursued him relentlessly – chasing after the forbidden, until he finally sunk his teeth in hard enough that Aster had paid attention to him.
The private lessons, the nights spent in each other’s company, the stolen glances at town fundraisers over potato salad and weak sweet tea – all of it. Jack relished it all, and he felt a sickening guilt over the fact that he knows Aster doesn’t feel the same simplistic bliss.
At least, he doesn’t towards his memories. Jack believes he does towards their shared present.
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