DAY TWO: TWO TURTLE DOVES
Doves are tradition for many occasions. What are some traditions that Bunny and Jack share?
It's awkward when one of your cutesy couple traditions is the annoying of another. That is, if by awkward, you mean fucking hilarious.
Jack and Aster are not a traditional couple, because of many reasons, be they physical or psychological. They don't get each other flowers, and they've been together too long to really remember when exactly it was they started being a thing, but they're happy just the way they are.
They don't have many traditions, that is to say almost none at all, but those they do have are the type that just sort of started happening. Like how they always make time to cuddle before sleeping, or how every year they mourn their lost together by spending half a day at Jack's family's grave, and the other at a monument Aster had built for his race.
But there was one that never failed to bring a smile to their faces.
And it would have to do with messing with a certain ground dwelling rodent's holiday.
They both have their reasons for disliking the Groundhog. Aster had a rather bitter rivalry between himself and the Hog for years about who was top rodent in the spirit world. Jack hates the rat because of the damn guy always cutting his season short with his stupid shadow predictions.
Thus, somewhere within their many years of mate-hood, annoying the living shit out of the Groundhog had become a rather joyous pastime for our lovely couple.
They'd done all the stereotypical pranks, such as putting glitter bombs rigged to every. Single. Door. In the Groundhog's house, or freezing his doors shut, or even, on one memorable occasion, making sure that every single one of the hog's predictions were wrong for a consecutive twenty four years.
Needless to say, the Groundhog didn't exactly appreciate it. Which was kind of the point.
Today, apparently, was the Groundhog's breaking point.
Jack can't help but laugh as he gently lands atop the burrow of Wiarton Willie himself, ready for prank number three hundred and six. Aster, he knows, is waiting just at the tree line of the clearing the burrow was located in. Jack's got three cans of spray paint, and he's not afraid to use them, dammit.
Flipping his staff in one hand, and holding one of the cans in the other, he begins to float in a large circle atop the burrow, spray painting all the way, the darkness of night shrouding his movements. Once the first circle is done, he moves two paces inwards and repeats the process.
And again.
And again.
Eventually he hits the center of the circle, and just paints a large red dot before floating upwards to survey his handiwork.
A bright red target stares up at him, ready and waiting.
Content with his work, Jack softly floats down towards the rather obvious pair of grey rabbit ears peeking out from above a bush.
"The target's done." He giggles, tapping Aster's ear with his staff and allowing a small amount g frost to curl along the fur. Aster yelps at the sudden cold, but begins to laugh when he sees Jack's newest masterpiece.
"Aces." He chuckles, hefting a satchel onto one shoulder and turning around to climb the tree behind him. Jack follows by floating higher, occasionally offering assistance to his fuzzy cohort, until they hit the top of the tree.
"Alright." Jack murmurs. "I'm thinking five points for hitting the largest ring, ten for the next, fifteen for the one inside that, and fifty for the center."
"Sounds good." Aster agrees, opening the satchel to pull out multiple paint ball like objects, in that they were basically paintballs, just the size of one's fist. They were varying colours of green and blue, and were absolutely perfect for target practice.
Jack takes a blue on, weighing it in his hand for a quick second before lobbing it out of the tree and toward the target. With a mighty smack it lands in the most outward circle.
"Damn!" He hisses, already reaching for another.
Aster just shoves him slightly before throwing a green ball of his own, smirking as it smacks right beside the center of the target. Jack makes a disgruntled noise, considering shoving a blue one in Aster's face, but decides to save ammo.
They're on a bit of a time limit, after all, as their prank wasn't exactly silent in nature.
They continue their game, with Jack racking up fifty points, and Aster hitting eighty after a lucky shot to the middle, up until a certain rodent decides to crash the party.
"The fuck do you think you're doing, eh?" A high pitched, whiny voice shouts from the burrow's window. Jack and Aster stop, Jack actually halting mid throw, before looking at each other in shock.
"Looks like someone woke up," Jack says jokingly, already helping Aster to gather his satchel and scurry down the tree. Wiarton Willie storms out of his home, looking ready for murder, a nice shiny shotgun held tight in his hands.
"Goddamn Canadians." Aster hisses as he reaches the lower branches, not stopping as the gun goes off in a warning shot. Jack holds up in the tree, trying to distract the Groundhog to allow Aster time to get to the bottom of the tree and open a tunnel home.
Bunny just hits the ground as another shot goes off, and he hears Jack's startled yelp. He hears a great clattering from above as a staff falls to the ground right in front of him, and Aster barely has time to toss his arms forwards before he gets an armful of mate. Jack isn't hurt, Bunny can tell instantly, probably just startled, but he takes no extra time in jumping down the rabbit hole with Jack still safely in his arms.
Jack himself grabs at his staff just before the hole closes up, laughing all the way.
"My hero." The white haired sprite giggles, kissing Bunny on the nose. Bunny just laughs, refusing to put him down as he makes for home.
A/N Sorry guys, shorty short update today, got a little busy today and didn't have much time to write. I can probably give you more to work with tomorrow, promise! As per usual, thank you so much for reviewing, favoriting, and following, it all means so much to me! I love each and every one of you, and thanks for reading :D