i found my center

                                    [ ~ ❄ ~ ]                   a kindred soul reached out for hers,                   the brush  of snowy  fingertips  along                    the  tip of her nose, the  frigid  breeze                   blowing  her   cloak  and  ruffling  her                    auburn hair.     she was  a  child  of the                   moon.  a girl  born  of  winter  and  ice.                   and  she  was known to him. knowing                   uncaring    he    would    go    unheard                                                                 -- he spoke. 

                                                  [ ~ ❄ ~ ]                             he'd   forgotten   what   it   felt   like,                         the whole being invisible part, it had                         been                     ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴏ x ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ .                        yet now  isolation  felt  all  the  more                         agonizing. sweetness only made the                        bitter    all    the   less   ᴘ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʙ ʟ ᴇ .                         and so he came back to the s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ                                 where     it     all     began.                           ❝ Henry ? Can you hear me ? I know                           you're grown now. I know you don't                            believe. I need you to. One more time.                            Try     believing.    Try                for    me.                                   I don't want to be ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ. ❞

                          ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏsᴛ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ                             ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ?                indie blog for jack frost from the rise of the guardians.           familiar with a number of canons and adaptable to most for           ease of roleplay. comfortable writing in any style from single           line chats to multi para novella. nsfw will be rare if not entirely           non existent. shipping is based on chemistry alone and will           be entered into r a r e l y. and only [ with ] chemistry. forcing a           ship will ensure the thread is dropped.      

         [ ~ ❄ ~ ]   mischief danced within     sparkling eyes , oh the places he’d          ʙᴇᴇɴ, the things he’d sᴇᴇɴ ! ! !                      where would he go if he could ?                 he’d been to the tooth palace, to santa’s                 workshop — even to the rabbit’s warren.                  yet none of them compared to h o m e .            ❝ I’d go ʜᴏᴍᴇ ——    I’d go home and I’d remember.   I wanna remember ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ❞             he’d forgotten it all for so long,       he hadn’t remembered the sister he’d       teased and played with. the place might       be familiar, and his feet may have stood       upon the ground a thousand times.                              but those memories ?                         they changed everything.                          suddenly it really was —- home.