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Aster heard him first, the steady drum of feet pacing lightly across the ground, the rustling of the trees in the wind that always seemed to follow him. He felt his presence then, the slight dipping of the cushions under a new weight, the way they shifted as the newcomer moved closer. Aster lifted an arm, opening his eyes to blink groggily at the head of white hair nuzzling into his chest. Jack's finger's curled into his fur, and in a motion almost instinctive by now, Aster curled around him. The spirit radiated cold rather than heat, but it was warm enough otherwise the Pooka didn't mind. He had grown accustomed to the distinct contrast to his warmer than average body temperature.
He wasn't sure when Jack slipping into his bed at odd hours of the night had become an expected and even welcomed part of his routine. The first time, it had been memories that had frightened Jack away from sleep and into his room, awkwardly looking for some sort of companionship or comfort. Aster had listened, and they'd woken up the next day curled up together. Jack had only shown up occasionally at first, when he was too restless to get any peace, but the visits had become more and more frequent, until he was showing up almost every night. Though he'd initially been weary of letting the frost spirit come and go so freely from his Warren, Aster had grown increasingly fond of his presence, had come to expect the other to be there, and was plagued with worry whenever he wasn't. For the past several days he'd been thinking of simply moving Jack's things into his room and just making it theirs, but he didn't know how to ask the other about the idea. He felt the tugging of his fur, something he'd learned was Jack's way of demanding attention, breaking his train of thought as he gave in to the demand.
Jack was only half awake, but he wore an accusing expression on his face as he spoke, "You're thinking about something."
Aster scoffed, keeping his voice low so not to disturb the peaceful night, "I'm fine, Frostbite, get to sleep."
Jack raised an eyebrow at him, his expression clearly saying he wasn't buying it. He always knew better. It was both annoying and oddly endearing to have someone know you so well.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow." he compromised.
Jack gave him a scrutinizing look, was apparently satisfied that the issue could wait, and nuzzled back into his fur. "Don't think I'll forget, Cottontail."
Aster rolled his eyes, though the fondness in the irritating nickname tugged at his heart. He let his head fell on the bed, closing his eyes as he gave in to his exhaustion. Maybe, he thought as consciousness slipped away from him, we'll stop pretending we're not in love tomorrow.
This is something I wrote ages ago, but I wanted to share. It was going to go in a collection, but its the very first piece of ROTG fanfiction I ever did. I then started roleplaying as Jack Frost, which was my first then roleplaying outside of my group of friends, so I decided it deserves its own post. Has a special place in my heart.
My laptop and life blew up at the same time, so KissMeJackFrost is history, but I still roleplay as Jack on request. Still love him to pieces.