~Lethe's Bramble: Bunnymund~
The preparations for this year's Easter did not go as planned. No matter how much Bunnymund tried to stay organized, a winter spirit by the name of Jack Frost always found a way to mess things up; making the oversized rabbit start over from square one. All because the snowman wanted to add something new to the eggs!
Bunnymund let out an exasperated sigh. He really needed to find a place to relax since the Warren is anything but relaxing…
Suddenly a sad tune reached the pooka's ears. The stroke of each pluck was strong, the pitch was low, and the tone was like a painful whisper. It is the sound of a violin, a Stradivari—if he was not mistaken, and Bunnymund knew who was playing it.
The Guardian of Hope followed the sad melody until he reached a hidden pasture with an unusual scent which he can't describe, and found Wander—dressed in her usual attire—playing said melody. It was amusing to know that someone like Jack Frost could easily dismiss her playing as 'annoying'. Bunnymund himself, found it to be very pleasing. Jack's loss, he supposed.
Once the tune had ended, the gray rabbit decided to make his appearance known. "I see you have been practicing there mate."
Wander looked away from the moonless, starry sky to stare at forest green eyes that almost resembled her own, and a small smile appeared as she put her violin away. "Long time no see Bunnymund. How have you been? I haven't seen you since the dinner party from two months ago."
Groundhog Day, Bunnymund shuddered at the thought. That day should never be mentioned again and Jack would never let him live it down if the boy were to ever find out! "I've been busy."
"Judging by the paint on your fur, I can tell it was more than a handful," Wander amusingly noted.
"Go ahead and laugh it up!" The pooka huffed. "I've already had enough as it is!"
"I'm sorry," Apologized the fool. "I did not mean to add further injury to your pride. If you need a remedy of sorts, feel free to use whatever this ground has to offer…However, I advise you not to use it…" She quietly added.
The Easter Bunny raised an eyebrow. What exactly did the child mean by that and why is that overpowering scent getting to him?
…Fragrant scent?
Looking down, Bunnymund then noticed the grass beneath his feet has many unusual looking weeds, but the scent told him they were more than what they actually are. "…What…?"
"They're called 'Lethe's Bramble.'"
"Le…what?"
"Lethe's Bramble," Wander repeated. "It's a unique little flower with the ability to forget certain things. For an immortal, it only makes them forget small things, but for a human…"
Bunnymund did not need to hear the rest. He knew exactly where this was going, and no one needed to go back to 'darker times'. Bunnymund placed a paw on her head, almost startling the smaller girl. Probably the smell was getting to him…
"Bunnymund…?"
"We need to go someplace else. Grassy fields are much more dangerous at night."
Wander blinked in confusion. "…Are you asking me to go on a walk with you?"
The guardian said nothing, but his actions told her she was right. How very odd. "It's quite unlike you to treat me as anything more than an acquaintance. So, why are you starting now?"
"We all tend to have problems," the rabbit's face was slightly red, regardless of the blotches of paint. "And I think a Sheila like you needs someone to talk with, someone who's more than 300 years old…"
There was a small silence before an honest smile appeared. "…Thank you…" Aster…
The two walked away from the secret pasture and none of the flowers were picked that night.
AN: Lethe's Bramble: a type of magical flower used for augmenting spells of forgetting and mind control.
I had the idea of using this item for quite a while after seeing the film so I thought Bunnymund would be a good character to use for some strange reason. ^^;