Jack Frost had seen many things in his three hundred years. He'd seen children take back their dreams, eggs march in formation; yetis and elves fight off nightmares, and sand dinosaurs roaming the streets. He'd watched the most stubborn children believe in the six foot bunny, and the tooth fairies return to the field. He'd even seen the day he became a Guardian. But he'd never seen anything like her before.
He found her standing on a rooftop, looking down at the people. Jack would've flown right past her if it hadn't been for her white cloak blowing in the wind. He landed on the roof and watched her quietly. She stood tall, but she was smaller than him. Her bright pink hair was tied back with a white scarf. She drew her arms back, revealing a large bow in her grasp. Jack's curiosity was peaked, and his worry. He watched as she stepped toward the ledge and knelt down. The wind blew her cloak from her body, revealing a black corset over a pink top. The bow and arrow were held firmly in her white fingerless gloved hands. A quiver of arrows was strapped around her waist, behind her back. Her legs were covered in black tights and a pink skirt. Her pink lace up boots reached her knees. The arrow seemed to be released in slow motion. It sprung from the bow and launched down into the crowd.
Jack leaned over and watched the arrow soar through the wind. It dodged several people before striking a young boy in the back. At the same time, a small girl threw a snowball at the boy. He smiled and chased after the girl with a snowball of his own. The arrow had vanished from the boys back. It was incredible. Jack smiled and looked back to the girl. Her pink lips were turned up into a smile. She reached into her quiver and retrieved another arrow. She brought it to her lips and kissed it quickly. She strung it up and released it into the crowd. Time and time again the arrows struck their targets, resulting in smiling, happy people.
"They got a name for that skill?" he called out, breaking the silence.
She was taken by surprise. In the moment she gasped, she turned toward him quickly and raised her next arrow. Her fast movement tossed her hair over her shoulder, and sent her cloak kicking in the wind. She stared at him with piercing pink eyes and held his strong gaze, sealing his fate. They stood completely still, neither one dared to act first. In a split second Jack Frost has lost his heart to the alluring archer on the rooftop.
"Desiree Cupid." She said sweetly. "Pleasure to meet you, Jack Frost."
okay...first rotg fic. hopefully not the last. i just thought cupid would be a cool guardian to throw in there...and catch Jack's eye. r&r please.