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Ah, yet another of the Original One’s copies. Strange how he’s yet to hear of this one. Another time displaced version? Or perhaps one that comes from another reality? Or has Xehanort chosen to possess yet another child?
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Ah, yet another of the Original One’s copies. Strange how he’s yet to hear of this one. Another time displaced version? Or perhaps one that comes from another reality? Or has Xehanort chosen to possess yet another child?
“ —— jack, ” oh how he slithers, equally snake-like as he is shadow, pouring himself into any available crevice as surely as he seeps out from where the moon’s light does not touch. there’s something brimming within, clawing, simmering. barely contained & all too feral for the seemingly charming smile pitch offers the frost sprite : even if it is lined with razor sharp teeth.
“ what a pleasant surprise. thinking of me, were you? ”
@nivefrost ♥ ‘d for a starter
Whaddya think about winter? Isn't that a great season?
she remembers long nights defined as a patchwork quilt of memories. the echo of a thinning storm. the lonesome howls. the soft crunch of snow accompanied by laughter. winter was death yet it was sublime in all those quiet ways, its palm was colder and often crueler than the seasons of yesteryear. you need not venture far, you need only take in the crisp air and submit your flesh to the wilderness beyond the corner of your drowsy eyes.
❛ of course. ❜ her words were almost easy, as if they were not followed by the soft whisperings of centuries long pass. just as the lantern flickers into life so does she, with the swelling smile painted across her wolfish maw, and kindly eyes resting the heart of their gaze upon him. they often compared her to winter with her furs being akined to virgin snow ; a comparison she did not take as an insult.
❛ i am one who appreciates all seasons, no matter what their colours and songs may be. winter is a time for deep contemplation. we remember and we forget but we do not lose ourselves entirely. and for that i am so very grateful. ❜
' You also have magic powers? When did that happen? '
a hum and nod in affirmation , in company of a grin more than a little bemused by his outburst . he’s nearly the exact image of ventus when she presented a certain trick she had picked up through ice magic . ◟ studying magic is a part of training to wield a keyblade . master eraqus , ◞ she falters the smallest hesitation at the mention of her late-master , the closest she had to a father but it’s not enough to snuff out the mirth . it’s hard not to be in good spirits around the guardian . ◟ well , he used to say i had an affinity for it . watch !! ◞ and so the events of that day are repeated . with her summoning her blade and aiming it to the ground , aqua calls forth a line of ice in the shape of a fairly wide circle , placing jack set in the middle . she makes a graceful way up , leaving her gliding along the ice as though skating backwards , and folding her hands behind herself .
◟ i’m no frost spirit , but it’s not bad , right ? ◞
lays here
‘ you have a job, you know. ’ such a scold would be much more biting if it were not for the tiny smile that might be creeping along her lips. ‘ shoo. i am busy. ’
let me give the smoochie.
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It is a remarkably small list which makes up the souls who can step foot in Punjam Hy Loo and garner its Queen’s attention with near zero delay especially when limited to those who seem to make a point to disappear from contact so thoroughly , frequently , and unannounced . But Jack also seems to have a nature for being the exception to things , at times overstretching his divide between exorbitant charm and laid-back aloofness in order to do so . She thinks it has to do with the extended years he spent being so distinctly unrecognized , but perhaps taking spotlight merely falls in proper line with the Winter Sprite’s natural idea of fun . Regardless of the mechanisms , he is here now and Toothiana has come to meet him . She is far from uncomfortable with the state of her home she all but literally breathes life into it herself , there is none it is more suited for but the brush of cold air that accompanies him always makes for a pleasant shift nonetheless . Given how fond the wind is of them both , it does not surprise her that it enjoys the time they are together enough to give its own delightful herald . Alas , simply because his capricious nature is to be expected , does not mean he is entirely pardoned for it . It may not be her centre , but the faequeen makes her own fun when a situation allows for it after all .
And Toothiana’s idea of fun in this situation , as with so many others , involves one of her blades ; Letting her presence be known just such that when he turns to face her it rests a hair's breadth from the skin at his throat . She lets out a soft tsk , shaking her head in feigned disappointment . Potentially , to some degree , due to the ease in putting him in such a vulnerable position in general . But the reason she gives is far more self-indulgent .
❛ Always keeping your Queen waiting . Such a dreadful habit . ❜ The distance she closes between them doesn’t free him of the sharp edge either ; If anything it is used to usher him into straightening his posture as much as possible to line the weapon parallel between them . Only then , finally , does she lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth , before allowing a small amount of between him and cold steel .
❛ Surely you will work on it , yes ? ❜ Presumably she’ll move it away entirely after he assures her so .
sticks my head outta a snow bank; bitch u fabulous, the time, the dedication to ta writing and even seeing you on the dash makes me weak, so, you rock you superb little bird lady
tell me things about my portrayal under the ice
look at this nice friend . this kind bean . zero bullying . that’s it i’m marrying you now .
Heeey cotton tail! How's the weather treatin' you?
A glacial breeze tousles through the Pooka’s fur in friendly salutationsmere moments before the familiar voice of one trickster Jack Frostflew into view, his ever present friend the Wind buoying him aloft. Tallears flick with discomfort at the cold but despite this Bunnymund findshimself smiling.
“A bit more chilled with you here but rather lovely if I say so mahself.”He snaps his wrist and paint ( a brilliant shade of purple ) arcs majesticthrough the air in hope of targeting the young Guardian. Bunny is in a rare playful mood as his holiday edges ever closer. “Come ta snow on my parade?”