Alas, I have finally found a way to show you how my Arrow looks like. This is just how I imagine her, but it doesn't mean you have to change the picture in your head! So, here's the link for a series of Arrow photos (remove the spaces). iaryastark . tumblr DOT COM / post/57134304329/okay-guys-so-this-is-arrow-a-sim- i-made-based-off

And just because she has the blonde braid and she's white doesn't mean she's Elsa from the upcoming movie Frozen! (Unless that's how you picture her). Well, here you have it! Chapter 12! Enjoy! - Vivien

"You – you heard whose voice?" Jack leaned in closer, he was almost confident with his guess, but he just needed the confirmation from the speaker herself.

"Arrow – I mean, Cupid. God, I'm so freaked out right now," Green eyes met with blue eyes and they wrinkled in laughter. "She said something, something between the lines of 'You're almost there' and 'Finally following my instructions', but I don't know! What the hell is she trying to tell me? I meet my dead companion after years and years of not seeing her face in a stupid dream, and there she is trying to be my conscience? I just -" Arrow slumped her body onto the counter and hid under her tangled blonde hair.

The winter spirit, hesitant, reached over and gently rubbed the back of her head. "It was just a dream," he said reassuringly, "They weren't real! I had to fight off Pitch's dreamsand."

"Why is Pitch still coming after us when he's weak?" Arrow demanded in sobs, "Is this some way of the Man in the Moon to tell me that I'm weaker, that I can be defeated by someone who is already defeated? Do I get to stop being a spirit? Because hell, I cannot wait for the day I die!"

Jack opened his mouth to say something. "And don't even say what you're about to say! 'Oh, you can't say that, you chose this life.' Yeah I know I chose this life, and I regret it now. I wish I didn't act in the moment because now my mistakes have caused me more than a lifetime. It was a stupid decision, and I regret it one hundred percent. I'd rather be dead, because at least I'm not waiting forever for a miracle to happen – which won't happen, by the way," she looked back up to meet Jack's eyes. "Be grateful, Jack. Be grateful you're a guardian."

The winter spirit was left with nothing to say, except, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, whatever. I was overreacting." A pause overcame them, but they both understood and respected each other's silence. "Come, I wanna show you something."

Her voice startled Jack. "What was that?"

"I wanna show you something – somewhere, actually." She smiled a smile of excitement; the corner of Arrow's eyes wrinkled. "I'm scared, I've never shown anyone this place before."

"How much more farther do we have to walk?" Jack complained. The two of them had been walking in forestry for the past hour. So far, Jack had not seen anything that caught his eye.

"Just a bit further," Arrow urged. She walked ahead of him with a twinkle of excitement in her eye. Jack knew this had to be something special. Even if he could not care less about what was shown to him, he will have to fake it. He cannot afford to disappoint another friend, not since the last incident with his memories and Pitch. "Do you see it? Do you see it?"

"What? I don't see anyth- Oh."

It was a cute little cottage made of logs which faced the fresh cold lake water just a few feet away. There were no windows, just a camouflaged door in the back with no visible lock. Tall trees made up the perimeter of this house, giving the owner, in this case, Arrow, plenty of privacy.

"Hey, that's pretty cool," Jack was actually interested. There was something intriguing about the house, but he wasn't able to point it out.

"You like it?" Arrow asked giddily. She was unlike her natural self. "I haven't been here for over a year."

"What is it exactly?"

Her eyebrows lowered in disappointment. "It's my home."

Jack was confused. He took a side stance. "But what about that brick one that-"

"That's Cupid's house which I took over. This, " she glanced over at the log house, "I built completely by myself. It's a bit small because I never thought I would use it."

"Well you did a pretty good job," Jack ran a hand through his hair; impressed. "Are we gonna go inside or what?"


So, this is the little kitchen I have, I don't use it often because I realized after I set it up that I can easily light my walls on fire," Arrow then points to a beanbag chair surrounded by a dozen of colourful cushions, "And that's my sitting area, I have a few books in one of the kitchen cupboards I think."

Then, her eyes diluted when they landed on a thin wooden bed frame which held a giant white mattress and matching pillows and covers. Arrow sighed in awe and breathlessly explained, "And that's my favourite place in the entire world, my bed!"

Jack chuckled at her excitement. "It's just a bed," he pointed out as he shrugged his shoulders.

Swiftly, Arrow whipped her head around; her braid following her movement. She simply stared at the winter spirit with her arms crossed and lips pursed. He was oblivious as to why he was being glared at. "Come lay down with me."

Jack couldn't help but take her words in another way. He sensed that Arrow did too; as hard as he tried to ignore it, he caught her shifting uncomfortably right when she said it.

Despite the awkwardness, he obeyed, although he couldn't believe she would suggest such a thing.

The young guardian cautiously made sure his body did not come in contact with Arrow's, however the mattress was indeed welcoming as he was engulfed by blankets and sank in deep with the cushions.

"Wow, if this is what you were trying to show me, I'll admit, it's worth it," He commented. He shut his eyes for a moment, wishing he was asleep instead staying up late with his friend.

"Look up."

Jack tilted his head up towards the ceiling and opened his eyes to hundreds of little white lights shining above him. It wasn't something he's never seen before, but the stars seemed to be shining brighter than usual tonight. Most of the times he stargazed, he stargazed alone. But now, he had a friend to share the awe with. It made him feel less…lonely.

"Wow…" He whispered breathlessly.

"I know, right?"

"Hey," the winter spirit flipped his body to face Arrow, "Your cockiness just ruined the moment."

Arrow rolled her eyes, clearly regretting the idea of bringing Jack to her hideout by the second. She had her hands behind her head and her legs crossed each other lazily. She was so relaxed, whereas Jack laid stiff like the boards of ice North stocked up in his workshop.

"Learn to differentiate between being cocky and agreeing with a statement. Who made you Guardian of Fun again?" She sneered.

"Oh yeah, that's a nice one, never heard of that one before." Jack squinted at Arrow and she tried to hide the smile creeping on her face.

The warmth which emitted from the mattress calmed Jack and loosened the tension between the two. He wondered why this beautiful blonde haired girl does not spend of her life laying in this bed. He turned over to see her still with her arms behind her head, staring blankly at the stars. So this is what it must feel like to admire the one you love. It wasn't like Jack loved her; he just used Arrow for his own imagination. Nonetheless, he felt guilty about it and shoved the thoughts in the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry no one's heard of you before last year; I understand what you went through," She looked at him, "It may seem fun for a while, but then darker thoughts start haunting you and you realize there's no one to go to."

"I doubt you understand."

"You're right; my wife was killed in front of my eyes. Of course I have no clue what 'lonely' feels like." Arrow glared at him. "Has anyone ever told you how insensitive you are?"

"If watching someone get killed tops not knowing what your existence or purpose is for over three hundred years then hey, be my guest and argue," Jack snapped, beginning to get irritated.

"Why must you make everything about you and how much you pity yourself?"

"Me? You're the one who started this conversation!"

"I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk, but it seems like you're not in the mood for it," Arrow gritted through her teeth.

Jack faked a laugh. "See, this is the problem with you: You try to point the bad out of everybody, yet you do the exact same thing yourself. You're a hypocrite. And don't deny it," He raised a finger, "Don't you dare deny my words!"

"I'm not a hypocrite," She stated blankly.

"Denial is the lamest form of defense," The winter guardian smirked. They both knew it, as hard as they tried to start an argument and pretend they don't get along with each other, at the end of the day it's obvious their personalities clash and they just want to be the better out of the two.

"Whatever, you're just conceited." Arrow flopped onto her other side, "I'm going to bed." She kick-flipped her blankets until they covered her.

"Tomorrow's Valentine's day."

"I think I know my schedule, Mr Frost."

"I promised a believer you would visit them to sort things out for his family."

"It better be a nice kid," She mumbled from other the sheets.

Jack sighed. "I think you'll like him." He crossed his arms under him.

"Alright, just give me the address and I'll go."

"Actually, I was thinking I might come with you."

"And why is that?"

"Um, did you already forget that nightmare sand attacked you just a few hours back?"

"Right."

"I also want to pay a visit to Jamie."

"Mmph."

"I also think it'd be great if we –" He was interrupted by a light snore. Turning to his right, he saw Arrow already peacefully asleep. It must have been a long day for her. For some awkward reason his reflexes lead his hand to Arrow's head, and for some awkward reason he decided to stroke her hair and watch her sleep. "I also think it'd be necessary – for us to tell North what happened earlier this evening." It wasn't what he had in mind to say, but he couldn't muster up the courage the second time around, even if she couldn't hear.

Spirits don't need sleep, but Jack decided to shut his eyes and get into a deep slumber anyway. It doesn't hurt to get some, is that not right?

And as much as he'd hate to admit, a part of him wanted to visit Jamie with Arrow just to spend more time with her.