greetings to new readers, and returning followers! yes, i have had a long off-season of my own, but i am back and ready to write! please let me know what you think of this first chapter, it's a little rough but i do believe it has some potential.
reviews are always welcomed!
The sunset painted the sky in a brilliant cascade of reds and oranges, the dying light casting long shadows across the ground still warm from yet another day of relentless heat. A nearby brook paddled along, its water drumming a seamless white noise in the background, fish playing in its cool embrace, swimming in and out from underneath the rocks and moss. Bare feet splashed down in the water, and a startled frog leaped into the water with a defiant croak.
"Come on ya old Pooka!" Jack called out to Bunnymund who stood hesitantly by the shore edge; just far up enough so the lapping water couldn't reach his large feet.
"Why don't we just go take a look around North's place? I'm sure he would have something for us to do," he replied, eyeing the water.
"Alright then," Jack said, an idea starting to form at the cusps of his mind, "You don't have to come in if you don't want to…"
Bunnymund's shoulders visibly relaxed, but this one moment of letting his guard down proved fatal. Just as he was turning around to retrieve his boomerang strap that he had placed aside so it wouldn't get wet, a wall of water fell down all around him, soaking every inch of his body.
The winter spirit doubled over with laughter at the sight of the dripping Pooka, his fur sticking up in odd angles.
"Jack!" he roared, only causing him to laugh harder, Jack's eyes beginning to tear up with delight.
"Oh all right," he replied, beginning to recover from his amusement. Waving his staff, he sent over a cool breeze to dry the Pooka, his fur now sticking up in a giant mound of fuzz. Bunnymund earned another snicker from Jack, and he desperately tried to smooth down his fur and regain some dignity. "I'm sorry, but you gotta admit, that was pretty funny," Jack called back.
Bunnymund glared him down, but Jack couldn't help but smile. The Pooka turned around and opened up one of his many tunnels, and disappeared down into the darkness. The hole sealed itself up, leaving a small sprouting in its place.
Jack sighed, and turned to float on his back, soaking his white hair, his staff balanced on his chest. Easter had come and gone, and now that summer was here, the other Guardians had their responsibilities, but Jack and Bunnymund were left to keep each other company. Of course, there was always the other half of the world that was plunged into winter at the moment, but Jack enjoyed giving Bunnymund someone to talk to when he wasn't busy creating snow days. Although it didn't seem like they got along well, deep down they both craved the other's company and friendship, and during the off season were inseparable.
Jack sat up with a sigh, gathered his staff, and willed the winds to lift him up into the sky. He turned towards Bunnymund's realm. Maybe they could meet up there, and then find something to do in North's realm. After all, he knew how to get past Phil and the other yetis now…
stay tuned for the next chapter, it might not be up for another week. till then, let me know what you think!