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[hcpebvnny-a]

||  @sncwshenanigans​  //  cont .

      had it only happened for a couple of minutes ,  the pooka would have just ignored the feeling on his gut & went on with the party .  but minutes ,  hours passed  ---  & it was still there so clearly making itself known ,  not helping his now uneasy thoughts .  was everything alright ?  had something happened ?  too many ideas having him shake his head a couple of times throughout the night ,  grey ears softly going with it .

      two hours in ,  & that’s when he could finally catch him alone ,  hoodie over his head  ---  aster hated when his gut was right ,  it only meant bad things most times .  he moves quietly ,  swiftly ,  not wanting to bother the other .  & then he asks him ,  accent thick with how low he made his voice be ,  not wanting to catch any attention of the others let them be guardians or north’s helpers .  his answer . . .  it hurts ,  since he knows the feeling .

      “  listen ,  jack . . .  “  his voice is so gentle ,  it almost doesn’t seem aster’s ,  at all .  when had it been the last time he spoke to someone like this ,  so . . .  brotherly .  ah ,  he remembers now .  “  y’know -  i once was like ya on tha’ . “  & on many other things ,  although those not worth mentioning  ---  rather keep them buried somewhere in his mind .  “  i’s goin’ ta be tough ta le’ yerself be . . .  more a’ ease ,  i guess tha’ would be the word fer this case .  “

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♡ / @sncwshenanigans​

& IT WAS THE AUTUMN BREEZE THAT STUCK TO HER SKIN, even as it slowly turned to winter & the chilly weather faded into coldness that seeped into her skin. It was these days that were set aside for thick coats & gloves, hats & scarves obscuring her appearence, each with the theme of golden leaves & orange hues that she could never quite let go of — it wasn’t as if it were intolerable, considering she was simply a spirit, but she didn’t mind looking the part of a normal human standing in the snow.

( it was the closest she would ever get to understanding that life considering she had never lived as a human, simply leaves that were given more life than they deserved modelled into a living being. )

It is white hair she eventually spots on the horizon, the tell-tale sign of the winter spirit she has come to know much about yet never met in person. It isn’t as if she has met many others, spending most of her time alone with too many hobbies & too little time to bother with much else other than her job. It is this business that often leaves her bored when the autumn ends & she has more spare time, not yet having found anything to fill it.

It takes her a moment to find her voice before she calls out to him, uncertainty evident within her tone yet it is kind, almost cheerful, nonetheless: ❝The snow is looking nice this year!❞ Even with her unsure tone, the compliment is evident & the admiration that flashes in her eyes is quickly hidden by her nervous composure.

[hcpebvnny]

   ALWAYS ACCEPTING .

@sncwshenanigans​ spoke :  There's a rather big thing of ice standing somewhere in the middle of the warren. It's easy to tell it used to be sculpture but most of it has melted away because of the warmth of the area, leaving the thing surrounded by bits of water and mud. On the ground near it is a barely readable message written with a stick. 'Sry fr 6.'

   THE EGGS WERE AWAKE and wandering around for longer than aster himself was ,  and as he painted his eggs humming ever so slightly as well ,  they warned him of the visit of a certain someone .  “  jack was here ?  “  he asks simply ,  and he understands their reply .  hopping away quickly ,  he notices the problem basically right away .

   what he assumes had been a ice sculpture before ,  well ,  now it looks just a melting mess .  “  fuckin’ idio’ . . .  “  who thinks leaving a ice sculpture in his warren a good idea ?  the place is super warm all the time ,  no wonder it would melt like that .  and then ,  the written message he sees on the ground has him chuckling ,  laughing clearly and loudly ;  good thing the white haired frozen being isn’t there to see it .

[hcpebvnny-a]

||  @sncwshenanigans​  //  accepting  .       jack would not handle bunny's death well .  he'd isolate ,  avoid the other guardians .  the spirit would search for a way to bring him back somehow ,  ask the man in the moon despite hating that guy ,  hoping that Bunny can come back just like himself & Sandman .  meanwhile something tells him that this is another reminder that guardians can die & him ending up all alone again is possible .  but then he sees a ghost & oh wait .  could it be possible that -  ??

      let’s think about it this way . . .  at least he will get to be with his family again .

[hcpebvnny-a]

||  @sncwshenanigans​  //  accepting  :       “... I'm..." He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck before sitting down next to Aster. "I'm here if you need anything, okay?”

      the date was getting closer ,  making aster distance himself from the other guardians ,  preferring to be alone to finally hit him once the clock rang midnight .  but jack didn’t know better ,  the experience not quite there yet  ---  unlike the others ,  he didn’t have a clue of what that date meant to the pooka .  one full week until he had to repaint their names ,  to make that damned & cursed cave come to life once more .  it hurt each time he stepped inside of it ,  but each year he stopped everything to come visit them after all ,  what else could he do for them ?  he had already messed up in the past ,  so he couldn’t let that happen again .

      but maybe he did know ,  after all what would make the other come to him & say those words specifically ?  although green eyes kept themselves locked on the egg he was painting ,  claws out while holding the paintbrush so tightly ,  it almost seemed like it would break .  & maybe it eventually would from how on his nerves aster was .  “  thank ya ,  mate .  “  his tone is serious ,  quiet too  ---  he hated not being able to give more of an answer to the other ,  now that they were on better terms .  yet for the life of him ,  aster couldn’t muster up enough energy to cover up his voice with a lie .

      he was too tired for that right now ,  messy lines being made on the egg .  at least this one was only for him to keep his mind off of things ,  at least the best he could .

[hcpebvnny-a]

||  @sncwshenanigans​  //  jack  .     (bnha au // sncwshenanigans) Jack has made it snow. Now he's watching the chaos from the highest spot in the classroom.

      very carefully ,  he moved his brush across the painting that was almost finished  ---  just a little more and it would be done ,  a week of work surely to be rewarded !  but then ,  of course ,  his student had to ruin everything by letting it snow inside the classroom !  “  . . .  “  the wooden brush he had breaks on his paw ,  trying to control his temper .  “  . . .  fros’ . . .  “  he warns ,  head turning slightly to face him ,  and his bright green eyes showed all the emotions he was feeling at the moment .

      “  care ta explain ?  “  a question is given ,  class suddenly quiet as his already thick australian accent seemed even clearer .