Jack laughed outright as he was swept up in the careful hands of the wind, soaring up into the sky, spinning through his snow as it flew past him to the ground. "Stop here!" he shouted out to his carrier "I wanna see it!" he slows to a stop and turns, looking down at his handy-work.
Its something he always did, admired his work.
What?! it was good!
He smiles, watching the kids all run outside, haphazardly throwing a scarf around their necks as they scoop down to grab a handful of snow, wide grins plastered on their faces, ignoring the cold.
He smiles to himself; Bunnymund would not be smiling though.
It was Easter Sunday.
His smile turns into a laugh and he turns once again to the sky, the wind pulling him along as he laughs through the snow filled England sky, back to North's place, where he was currently holding up residence.
He closes his eyes and smiles to himself as the wind pulls him through the sky, ruffling his hair and laughing with him, a great whooshing echoing sound, like the sound of strong wind through a forest, free, happy, playful.
What happens next nearly makes him fall out of the sky.
The wind had always been a companion to him.
For a whole 318 years infact.
But it's always been more of a…presence than an actual friend. A happy, silent, spirit, that might ruffle his hair, laugh in his ear, grab hold of him and pull him to the sky.
Nothing its done has ever taken him by surprise.
Like. Talking for example.
But there it was. Jack happily soaring through the sky, a feeling of pure happiness swelling up inside him and-
"Bunnymunds not gonna be happy about this!" An excited voice whispers to him, his eyes snap open and he whips around to the left, trying to see who the voice belongs too.
"Whose there?" he shouts to the empty sky. Of course there's no answer. He frowns, shrugging it off probably just my own thoughts…
But there's a big part of him that knows that he's wrong. He turns, a small frown replacing his look of indifference, and continues on to North's place a lot slower than he had been before.
And he can't stop looking over his shoulder.
This idea has just come to me, not sure what it is, its not gonna have a HUGE MASSIVE FLAILING PLOT LINE, its gonna be a more of a 'yeah this happened once' kinda thing you know?
There isn't going to be the guardians needing a new recruit for an adventure type plot. Its more of me taking 'personification' literally.
Sooo…
Any review is a good review. Even saying 'ITS CRAP ALEX OMFG WHAT ARE YOU DOING I CANT-' will be good.
No feedback makes me cry.
:D thank yooooouuuuuu! Xxx
(chapters will get longer….probably)