It was one of those midsummer nights, the ones that had the winter sprite sleeping in Bunnymund's warren. No matter what, the fights, the taunts, Jack was always back to spend the summer weeks under his favorite tree, and Bunnymund always breathed just a little easier. To him it was a symbol of being forgiven.
But, it was on of these nights that Aster had noticed something. Frost's skin, whenever the trees branches swayed and let the moon through, glowed. Not just like snow reflecting light, but he glowed as if his own skin was made of moonlight.
He just stared for a moment, then looked up at the moon, squinting at him questioningly before hopping a bit closer. Sniffing delicately, he inspected all over from a small distance. He seemed fine, but moonbeams were literally dancing in his hair and melting into his skin, the boy completely still, un-breathing and still as death.
"Ya really do love the lil ankle bittah, don'tcha?" He grinned softly up at the moon, shaking his head and turning back to the entrance of his own burrow.
Wonder if the lil gumby realizes just how much he's really loved.
disclaimer:: they ain't mine, I just like makin em sparkle better than vampires.
Did this from my nook, so if its a lil wonky... just lemme alone. Lol. Also, got a request to go slower so I trrriiiieed to slow down a liiiiittle biiit. Ugh km impatient. But I do wanna tease u guys. If u got funny scenarios u wann a see, lemme know. Love y'all.