chapter word count: 412
noir heart: fifty-eight
Well now, isn't that interesting.
At first, she just wanted to know her enemy, but now...such insatiable curiosity. Stimulation. Dare she think it...magnetism.
After all, most of the men in her life have been remarkably boring, supremely predictable, and weak.
"Someone's been a very naughty boy...haven't we, my dear Jack?" Elsa purrs playfully as she follows the little timeline she's made of Jack's exploits consisting of over a dozen internet tabs. First up is Mockingbird, who liked to mimic the signatures of famous serial killers. Then there's the Skinner - tediously self-explanatory - all the way to the White Fairy.
Yet, there's no record of the Fairy being caught, and Elsa knows that reporters would be all over any capture even with her low opinion of the media. It's like Jack just...stops. No more captures, no more press conferences where his eyes glimmer with confidence - and on one occasion, he actively taunted the Son of Mengele live on air - he just falls off the face of the earth.
Until…
(Top Detective Faces Accusations of Misconduct)
The curious thing? When Jack's exploits stopped, so did the Fairy's. Could it be?
The outlandish idea that Jack may have...no, that's a little too far-fetched - but he does have a darkness with him. Maybe it's the darkness, the rage inside him that attracts her. The flash in his eyes that she imagines, as he holds her hands behind her back…taking control...
Shivering at the thought, she doesn't realise how her breaths have come in light pants, nor how her lips have curled into an almost predatory smile while her mind was allowed to wander too far down Lust Alley. She likes that feeling, the breathlessness, the want, the desire.
The memory of her glancing out of the kitchen window while he talked on the phone floats to her mind's eye, as well as his cynical blurt of "...used to…" when she asked if he believed in love. He desired someone, and someone desired him - that much was obvious. Someone who crushed his hopes while he gazed at something in his hand...a trinket, maybe?
Biting her lip to cope with the heat in her abdomen, she brings up another internet tab...and this time, she has a new target - "So…" she murmurs as she debates where to start looking, "who held and broke the heart of Jack Frost?"
this one was difficult to write, as I'm trying to differentiate the narrative between Jack and Elsa. Took a few rewrites and the invaluable help of zulka, coupled with a few observations from oni and from my wife to put this one together.
but DAMN if she isn't fun to write. *fans self*
special thanks to: rainbowcolorw0w, hornedgoddess, stefalove, oninoko, whimsical acumen, jpbake, doomstone, scottydog and heartonfire for reviewing!