#chiaroscuroterror

[Text]: K so i know you’re at work but this is kinda important

[Text]: and wow i’m pretty sure you’re gonna kill me for this one

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child’s hand in the other.

The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves.

“Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime,” the woman said with a smile. “You can go play in the field, but don’t drift too far from me, okay?”

Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color.

Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures!

The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily.

“Wait, Mr. Butterfly!” he giggled as he followed the butterfly’s glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it.

chiaroscuroterror I couldn't resist. His face literally says that.

Being de-aged was, to say the least a pain at most. Dreadful, as she was already short full grown, but now down to the simple height of two feet, and perhaps five inches.

Inches added on for the sake of dignity, of course. At least her clothing had shrunken, too.

Terrible, really. She couldn’t reach anything in her house without a chair, and had more than once, fallen. Her luck, honestly.

A sigh heavier than her current body weight left her, and she decided it would be best really, to go and take advantage of someone else’s height.

An adventure, truely, in this height -with everything so much bigger, of course- she traveled to a hole in the ground, and jumped down, tiny, soft hands forcing her dress to stay down as she fell, up until she landed.

"Pitch!"

Jack had been staying at North's place for a while now, watching how the other Guardians had been happily planning their next year, and how they'd make the children even more happier than before. He hadn't said much even if Bunnymund had asked him to. Jack just.. didn't feel like belonging there as he was with the others. He had been an outsider, now and always, and the disagreements with the other Guardians didn't make him feel any easier. So one night, he left without saying a word.

He traveled through the deep forests, arriving to the very place where he had seen Pitch the last time. It had been a while since their last encounter, and he was hesitating. He didn't feel like going back, he'd just keep on feeling like he was always left aside... but should he really approach Pitch after all that? He wouldn't know if he didn't even try.