A budding love story between Jack Frost and a geek myth character, if you like it R&R or let me know if I should write a continuation to it :D
Jack perch gracefully on the rocks overlooking the peaceful night waters, the clear bright moon bathes everything in its Luna glow and paints a gorgeous landscape. He closes his eyes and listens to the wind, carrying an enchanted voice across the sea.
Tonight, she is singing once more. Her song incredibly sweet neither filled with joy or sadness, but a melody so peaceful your heart savours her musings and longs for more.
Her reputation, however, is another story altogether. Warnings have been given to him that getting too close to Sirenaire spells disaster – for having one's fortune told is not a hand that many can play. It is a risky game, but the thrill entices Jack further, the memory he regains from Toothania always felt somewhat lacking. It acts like a dream of a distant memory, so unreal you can hardly hold it in your palm. He craves for more, the melody that always draws him into a peaceful mind is assuring from a distant but he needs the full knowledge of his destiny. He needs to get closer.
Tonight, he sits three rocks away from her, watching her grey hair glide past her shoulders and her green eyes accentuated by the moonlight. Her lips look frosted, and he is overwhelme by desire to get a feel up close to find out if they really are, frosted. Her cheeks pink and her skin bronze, evidence of her curiosity to explore above the waters during the day. Her features present a paradox – while her looks are distinct the outlines are soft. Jack closes his eyes and imagines her face in his mind, but that proves to be an impossible task when it comes up as a blur. He wishes to get even closer, and seeks consult with the Wind who violently objects, as always.
Suddenly, the singing stops. Jack looks up from his daydream to seek out Sirenaire, but she is nowhere found. The rock she formerly occupies is empty, a glow left in her trail. He stands up and looks around once more, he did not like the idea of losing her particularly tonight. For tonight, he has made other plans.
'Sirenaire,' he whispers so lightly the Wind could almost miss it.
'Jack Frost,' a melodic voice calls out to him and he turns to meet her green bright eyes. 'To think a guardian would visit me, a songstress known only for her ability to read the times and nothing more. I'm honoured.'
Jack Frost tries to repress his signature grin, but it escapes onto his face nonetheless and sure enough, Sirenaire returns it with a sweet pout. 'You need your time told, like all the men out there, do you?'
'No, I think I know what I want in the future, what I want to know tonight, is if I can have it.'
For once, Sirenaire wears the look of surprise as she peers deeply into Jack's silverish eyes. 'What you wish to have, I read that too, but into the future I don't think it is the beautiful ending you dream of.' She moves closer along the edge of the rock and Jack lies down and props himself up on his elbows.
'I always thought I wrote my own endings, that's the way of a guardian.'
'So, so arrogant. I wonder if it is simply the youth speaking. Or is it wisdom?'
Jack grinned once more and replies in a deep voice, 'Why don't we find out?'
He moves forward in one quick movement and captures her lips in a deep kiss. Her lips were cold on the outside but quick to melt into a warm sensation. His hands move in to hold her shoulders, and then soon they fall into an embrace. Such a refreshing sensation, for the Frost guardian, the only thing he knows in his entire life is the icy sensation of snow. The warmth coursing through his veins is a delightful sensation he could savour forever.
Just as he feels her reciprocating his kisses and hugs, she recoils away in a flash and reappears in a distance, revealing ice chains on places where Jack's hands have trailed. He gasped, and realizes that snowflakes now cover the entire surface of the rock he stands on. He turns to Sirenaire and reaches out his hand. She winces and backs away, and he feels a sting in his throat, desperate to have a solution for this.
'Sorry Jack,' at that she swims away leaving Jack alone in the darkness.
'Told you,' said Wind.
'Shut up,' Jack retorts and is left to wonder the irony of being a guardian as Wind takes it leave.