#thewinterspirit

[immortalxcuriosity-blog]

the-winter-spirit sees me!~

"What the heck're you doin' here, man?" The white haired boy laughed, smiling wide at his doppelganger moments later. "I mean, I guess I understand if you're bored though, Spring was never my favorite season either."

[the-tooth-fairy]

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⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

When Tooth gets nervous or anxious during a conversation, she usually has idle motions - most commonly smoothing her feathers on her arms and/or sides.

[fairyxfiacail]

thewinterspirit replied to your post:"I have to go."

ooc: ouch my hEART

( lEAT's cry 2getha)

[stopthiswinter]

{ -- reclusive-timekeeper ;; thelittlestborrower ;;       xfortitudo ;; snowffensivedave ;;        the-winter-spirit ;;

              "So what d'you think the difference is between peppermint, and, well, mint mint?          'Cause I can't taste the difference at all."

[theprincessofsummer]

frozenerd, 13thprince, purpleandpossessed, thewinningscenario, the-winter-spirit, alabasterqueenelsa, and barefootbby started following you!

"Hi everybody!" Anna gave an enthusiastic wave.

[snowypast]

So now my head is all buzzing with Hogwarts AU...(Updated)

So, Lucille is a Gryffindor, probably from a pure blood family, since she knew Jack from when she was young, and he was a young Slytherin (due to popular opinion on tumblr). But, during school, Lucille met another Gryffindor in the Common Room, Jackson, who looked like Jack, but was in her house and seemed to just... understand her. They fell in love. But, they are all weird and complicated and other Gryffindors keep trying to get them to sit on the same couch in the Common Room to tease them. 

But, because Jack is a Slytherin, she still will hang out around him and that's how she met Musette, who fights with Jackson because the quick witted (who should be nearly Ravenclaw and gets mistaken often) hurt her pride. Lucille and Musette are very good friends, but sometimes at odds. However, they'll pick on each other and get back at one another. Usually during Potions, if they can manage to slip something into one another's cauldron. 

Also, Lucille can't actually speak. She uses enchanted parchments. The 'kitty' incident stemmed from her trying to get back her voice and some of her white cat's (named Snowy) fur got into her potion. She could talk, but only meow for about a week until they could reverse it. 

Musette can stand Lucille because she thinks she should have been a Slytherin, which stems more of her disdain for Jackson, who she'll call a 'blundering lion.' However, she both 'ships' the two of them together, but may or may not have once slipped Lucille a love potion to fall for Jack. 

I need to stop omg

[healinglocks]

Jack feels the soft simmer of her kiss, but it is gone before he can fully taste it. He smirks, drawing in her hands within his own. He moves in, pine scenting the air. "No, only my most special snowflakes," he muses, his mouth now on her ear. He trails soft, drunk kisses along her jaw and then presses deeply into her gentle lips, sunshine dripping from the two of them, moonlight dancing behind. His hands wind up in her hair, pressing her closer still.

Rapunzel let out a small giggle at first, light and airy with a murmur of intoxication, tilting her head away from his own to let the cold air tickle her skin. A rush of prickles bloomed out as she offered him the pale skin beneath golden locks, the warm words encouraging her shivers under his touch. 

Her lips parted for words, a rebuttal, to admit herself to spill out knowledge of how he made her heart flutter under the kisses of snow and winter, her body swept against his without restriction. However, her head spins beneath him, captive to his lips again as her warmth presses against the chill his skin leaks into hers through the thin cloth. Lips gliding against his own, soft sounds piercing into the kiss as she starts to let herself go. Hands find rest on his shoulders, small hands gripping at the cloth, pulling him closer even still.

Green eyes opened as she broke the kiss momentarily, her chest heaving with wanted breath, hues glittering and glazed slightly as she moved in, pecking at his lips again. “I hope I’m always one of your ‘most special snowflakes.’” She grinned a little, her words slurred as lids drooped, more giggles bubbling across her lips. 

[healinglocks]

Jack chuckles, his laugh full of mirth. "How did yo...ou get alcohol? I hav-e-e a feeling mommy wouldn't let you have any~" Jack trilled. He gave her Eskimo kisses, his cold nose brushing her own. "I dunno, what /should I/ do?"

A small giggle escaped her lips, her bright eyes closing while cheeks flared red from intoxication and closeness from him cool skin. “A friend… She gave it to me…~” She laughed, fingers coiling around the string to his hoodie and tugged on it gently. “Mother… Mother isn’t here right now though.” She grinned, her chin lifting to peck at his lips sweetly, chaste and quick. 

At the suggestive tone, she fiddled with the chord, bringing it to her lips as she grinned wide and playfully, the normally naive girl almost holding a seductive gaze as wide green eyes narrowed on him. “I dunno, that kiss was a real eye opener… You give that to all the girls who like you?” The question seemed open, her smile a little softer, but her hold on him still prevalent.