I'm running out of back up chapters. I'll have to start actually writing soon. :(

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She makes herself forget about Jack's smile. About his laugh. About how the way his eyes crinkle and shine.

He doesn't smile now. Now his smile is a baring of teeth, his laugh a cackle and his eyes don't shine, they glint.

Nature isn't kind, she thinks and although it's a fact, without context it means nothing because, while nature isn't kind, nor is nature always cruel.

Jack is. Jack isn't kind anymore. His well of patience and love has gone dry, leaving only neglect, and aggravation, and hurt.

He is hurting, and now his children are too.

She is a Nature spirit. She isn't kind.

But still, she finds herself herding lost children home, chasing animals off, and directing the snow away from the towns. All things Jack does before he...

Jack used to be kind, but he now he isn't.

So she is until he can be.


So I updated my profile again. It has some more headcannons, if anyone's interested.