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Poetry, Drabbles and More
Part 1
Jack Frost - Rise of the Guardians
Pairing: Yes, Jack and Jamie. If you don't like Male/Male relationships, don't read this chapter. The others should be fine...
Theme: Tragedy
Warning: Minor cussing.
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Fading
They dance and they twirl,
in the sky, they prance merrily with the wind,
they fall,
gracefull sink,
down to the ground, they drop.
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In the cold winter's night,
the night of Frost,
they appear,
before slowly getting lost
in the blizzards and ice
in the cold and the dark.
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Each beautiful little snowflake,
a uniquely thought out
creation of winter's maker.
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Jackson Overland Frost.
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He gasped, looking down at the ground.
Too late.
Out of time.
There was nothing, nothing left. Soon, he too would be gone.
Was this it? The end? He hoped not. Yet, as the suns rays stretched out across the horizon and the white carpet beneath his feet slowly turned in to wet, cold sludge, tainted with a sickly brown colour, he knew that this was it.
Winter was over.
Closing his eyes, he grasped his staff tighter, reciprocating that tightness which had coiled up inside his stomach, causing him such great discomfort. 'No, this can't be,' he protested. 'I need more time!'
The merciless, newly fledged heat surging from the sun slowly seeped up to his feet. It sank into his flesh. Weighed down his body. He breathed in. Breathed out. Shallowly. Panic rose inside his heart, begging to escape, pushing his chest in an attempt to flee this hellish constriction. This cold prison. Jack needed more time! He needed to see Jamie. He needed time to tell him.
To tell him how much he cared. He always had.
Crystalline tears formed at the corners of his eyes, slipping down his cheek in translucent ribbons. They left moist trails behind them. And as he reached out to conceal their existence, he knew they would turn his cheeks red too.
Too late.
You're out of time.
Shoo now.
He swallowed thickly, breathing in again. Sharply. He should have told him whilst he still had the time.
'I am a coward,' he cursed himself, his grip tightening.
Jamie would never know now. Never understand. He was far, far too late now. As winter parted to leave spring the new king, he knew that this goodbye would be his last. Once and for all. The realisation, the knowledge, that accursed piece of wisdom... it didn't allow him to rest. He had to leave Burgess. Immediately. He was fully aware of the punishment that came for overstepping the boundaries. A seasonal spirit had no business outwith his or her season. Not within the temperate, or seasonal zone on Earth. He would have to go to one of the Poles. Or the mountains. If only so that he wouldn't be tempted to conjure up a minor snow-storm in the middle of April.
Still, he ought to at least leave a message for Jamie.
And he did. He'd arranged it with Baby Tooth, as a last resort.
Jamie sat on his bed, his eyes screwed shut at that particular moment, despite the light peeking through the blinds, livening up the room. He ought to have been in school. He was supposed to be by now. He should have been out there, playing with his friends.
Yet, he barely retained any of his former stamina. The joy for life. The strength. Pain ebbed through his body, flowing through his veins and shifting through his nerves. The disease was making itself more clearly known by the day. It had progressed, the doctors had said. They had feared this would happen. Moved so quickly they never had the time to operate. He'd hesitated too long, apparently. It would require brain surgery too now.
Strange, as it had begun in his legs. Apparently had to do with the bloodstream. That was what the professionals had said, the explanation they had given. He, on the other hand, thought it some unknown's spirit's revenge.
The faint fluttering of wings forced him to open his eyes. The teenager looked up to see a familiar face. A small half-bird was flying right in front of his face, her once colourful feathers now seeming to be nothing more than shades of grey. He smiled weakly, greeting her. "Hello, Baby Tooth," Jamie said. She smiled in return, chirping optimistically back at him, with an excited "hi".
He looked down, his pupils taking in the shape of something within the miniature fairy's hands.
"What is that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. At that movement, a sharp pain shot through his skull and muscles. He'd almost forgotten about that disease of his.
Tweeting back at the male in front of her, she flew closer to him, before releasing the parchment from her hands. It was a creamy colour, rolled up as if it were an important scroll. Surrounding it was a silvery ribbon, carefully knotted around it to keep it in form. He reached out to it, hesitant. His fingers clasped the scroll, pulling it back, closer to his eyes. Untangling it from the ribbon with care, as he recognised the symbol, one Jack's colours, despite being washed out by his lack of vision, he unravelled it just before his eyes.
He blinked owlishly and though his eyes were closer to tears than they ever had been, he didn't let any escape.
Dear Jamie,
if you are reading this letter, then I've failed to deliver the message myself. I know, I'm a wimp. It was supposed to arrive by the end of winter. Too late for that now, huh?
I wish I had longer to tell you. I really do. I never wanted this to end in the way it had.
Then again, I would have never guessed that I would come to care for you. Like you. You know, like-like you.
You weren't expecting that, were you?
For me to hit on males. Boys, would've been more correct, right?
Well, me neither.
Actually, I never felt for you in any other way except in those I would feel towards my best friend. Until last year. But life has to be a Bitch, doesn't it? It took me months to accept these feelings! And now I can't even tell you. Not in the way I wanted to.
You're seventeen. You should have been out with your pals, chatting up girls, kissing boys... or whatever you imagined doing now. You shouldn't be... dying.
I would've liked to think that maybe... if life wasn't so cruel, that we could have been more. More than friends. Boyfriends. But I have a feeling that you don't feel the same. If only then, you would've been able to reject me in the normal way. That we could laugh about it in the same way friends do after realising that maybe it isn't the best idea to take it that step further.
I know... kinda' sounds lame on paper. But those are just my thoughts.
And I think that you shouldn't be the one dying.
Because I love you, Jamie Bennett.
And I hope that before you last close your eyes, you'll know that I will always love you, even when you're gone. I'm not gonna play stupid. I know what they said, you've told me yourself. I won't have the next winter with you. Or the one after that. Or any, for that matter. You'll be gone by summer, I can remember you're words and the tears in your eyes.
Were they there because of me? Part of me hopes, but then again, maybe Cupid just hit me too hard in the head.
I should end it here. You're probably in pain, or in disgust, just reading this letter.
Goodbye Jamie Bennett, know that you're my most beloved believer, the brightest light there was. (And yes, I had to get Tooth to come up with this part).
Yours sincerely,
Jackson Overland Frost.
In the end, he couldn't hold them in. Overflowing, they flooded his vision, dripping onto the page. The words beneath him slowly blurred out into faint silhouettes, fading out of his line of sight. He sulked and shook his head, he dropped the paper and cradled his head in his hands, grieving.
This wasn't how he wanted it to end.
Not like this.
"Don't want Jack Frost nipping and your nose."
If only Jack could do that. It would have been so much better than this. The skewed form of the little fairy that was still in the room, her little hand slowly reaching out to his shoulder as she became less and less visible, looked over him, seeming like a guardian angel. In a sense, she was. In a sense, so had Jack been. Yet no angel could save their protected from death.
"I do like you Jack," Jamie whispered, his voice fading; croaky and weak. "Like you- like you."
A miserable chuckle erupted from him.
Those would be his last words.
He didn't speak since. Staring into space as the tears had dissipated, he watched on. Visions passing through his mind, before his very eyes they unveiled themselves. Sinking into those colourful memories, he slowly began to drown. He had given in, surrendering to death as he let his past swallow him up.