"At least people believe in me."
Those words that spilled relentlessly from his lips went not without consideration, if only the slightest bit. After all, who was this shallow, ungrateful brat to insult the legendary Easter Bunny, the one with a whole day dedicated wholly to him? Nothing but a far-fetched myth.
Nobody.
This child was not worthy to stand in their presence, yet still he petulantly threw snide remarks as if they would sting, still conceitedly forcing his way into business which was not his own. With his entire being relying upon a stick...pathetic.
Unbelieved.
But was this remorse he felt when the child's azure eyes flashed with pain, pain that had lasted for three hundred years? Shame when flying in a flurry of snow and Tooth shot a halfhearted glare his way, her hand on his arm-whether to console or restrict he wasn't sure of- but Bunnymund liked to think not.
Myth.
The pride that the 'kangaroo' once felt quickly dissipated, leaving him as broken as an eggshell at hurting another Guardian. Sighing inwardly, his sour disposition all but forgotten, Bunnymund sorrowfully watched the fleeing Jack Frost.
Sorry.
Hi guys!
So, this is my first fanfiction! I hope you like it and I will probably be writing more RotG in the near future! Thank you for reading!
~Insidia