Jack smiled softly, running the pad of his thumb aver her hand that rested in his own. "That's it; just keep your legs straight. If you bend your knees too much, you won't be able to skate."
The two of them were standing in the center of the pond, bathed in moonlight. Alice shook her head, refusing to move. The majority of her clothing, being her hoodie, shorts, socks, and her newest addition: her snow white ice skates, were all quickly kissed with a light snow fall.
"I won't let you fall through. Just relax." He whispered assuredly, the smile still present on his face.
"But the ice…"
"Won't break. I froze this over again before you even got here. It won't break." He pulled her to slide a little forward. "I won't let you get hurt-"
"But I will!"
A blast of obsidian sand wrapped around Alice, tearing her from his tight grasp.
"Alice!"
The faint sound of cracking ice sounded, echoing loudly in his mind.
"Alice!" Jack's eyes shot open, scanning the surrounding area. He was back in the snowy alcove. There was a new layer of snow and frost blanketing the ground and frost sparking up the trees within a fourteen meter radius.
"Yes?"
He jerked his eyes to the cerulean hoodie clad girl in front of him. She was leaning over on her knees, her tangled cerise hair falling in her face.
"Can you actually dream?"
"Apparently." He clutched his staff, closing his eyes and attempting to slow his breathing.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"I… don't know."
"Oh." She straightened herself, revealing a bag on her shoulder.
"What's in the bag?"
"Some yummy hot chocolate, and my wallet." She jammed her hands in her pockets, "Was going to go shopping for Christmas presents, but it's too early right now." She passed him, joining him on the snow covered bench, letting out a soft cough. "I figured you'd be out here."
"Hey, I said I'd still be here." Jack wrapped his fingers around the staff, "I didn't like to you."
Not that he could.
She was too innocent.
"I can see that." She set the bag in her lap. "I sick not blind.?"
"Laughter is the best medicine, y'know."
"You've told me once before."
"Only once."
"Maybe twice." Alice pulled out a green colored thermos, twisting the cap off. He watched the warm liquid pour into the cup, steam enveloping the air. The green cup was raised to her rosy lips, and when she had finished she mumbled, "Nummy!"
"What?" He couldn't help but laugh at her expression. "What does that mean?"
"It's good!"
Jack was laughing to hard to notice if she had said anything after that. "For someone so sick, you sure don't act like it."
"I don't think my parent would want me to go down without a fight."
"It's better that way." He agreed, passing a hand against her back in a playful pat.
He didn't expect her to fall completely out of her seat and to the snow covered ground, her cup sliding from her grasp and to the ground, staining the snow cocoa.
"Alice!" Jack reached for her, throwing his staff to the ground, not caring where it landed.
His hand paused when Jack noticed a purple and black patch of skin peeking out from beneath her cerulean hoodie. Skin once un-seeable. In the exact spot he had pegged her the day before with a snowball.
"Ow." Alice mumbled into the fresh snow. "Balance is not my strong suit."
Jack remained silent, quietly picking up his crooked staff, until Alice was sitting back on the bench. "Alice, where did you get those bruises?"
"A certain winter spirit that I met yesterday named Jack threw come snowballs at me." She poured a replacement cup of the steaming liquid from her thermos.
"You didn't tell me you would get marks like those."
"You shouldn't worry. I can't have fun that often."
"But-"
"Jack Frost!" She took another sip, "I'm going to town in twenty minutes. You have exactly that long to get your funness back together."
Funness?
Jack gripped his staff tightly as he watched her figure vanish from the snowy alcove.
It didn't matter what he did.
I didn't matter what excuses he made.
She only had nine months—not even—to live.
In the time that it takes for life to come into this world, she was going to be taken out.
And even if she wasn't sick, she couldn't always have fun and play with him.
She would die anyway.
He gazed upwards, catching sight of the moon staring down at him.
"You gave me that dream, didn't you?" With no reply, he scoffed, "Why just mock me? What does this mean?"
He still got no reply.
But he knew the moon was smiling at him now.
What did it mean?
O.o
It's prolly not a lot, but I got home exactly 7 minutes and wanted to type this up for ya guys.
Oh, and Anony mouse 101, you'll have to decide whatchoo think it's gonna be. If I told you if it was going to be a happy or tragic, it would completely ruin the story… sowwy.
Still feel free to send me any fwuffyness ideas/scenes you want to see. No promises, though.
Sorry it's up so late… again.
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