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❝    must you always get your dress dirty whenever you return with the ice harvester?    ❞    his brothers too  ,   were never too mindful whenever they intended to push hans to the ground or muck something else for the sake of merely being able to do it.   but keeping up an appearance has always been important to hans;  he likes looking presentable.   it makes him feel like he can pretend that everything’s perfect.

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     THE FIRST SENSATION encountered upon awakening: cold.  Fresh, powdery snow beneath ashen cheek.  Though it really has no effect on him, he blows it away from his face as he rises, pushing himself up from where he lay sprawled.  And what greets his ears is nearly as irritating as snow would be down the back of a human’s shirt.

     Laughter.  Children laughing and playing and throwing snowballs at each other—and the GUARDIANS.  They’re still here, still protecting the children; they still believe in them.  He’d failed, he’d failed, he’d failed.

     “ No… ”  The utterance leaves his lips involuntarily, disbelief fighting against what he sees.  This can’t be happening…  And yet he finds himself ducking to avoid a flying sea creature made of Dreamsand—courtesy of Sandy, no doubt.  The LITTLE MAN had returned in full glory; their victory complete, they celebrate in the presence of the defeated.

     No---not defeated yet.  The CHILDREN---they had seen him !  They believe; this isn’t over.  Say something, fool !

     “ You dare have fun in my presence ?  I am the BOGEYMAN, and you will fear me ! ”

     The eyes of some of the Guardians fall upon him as he rushes towards the nearest child, but he DOESN’T CARE.  He doesn’t care that he sounds utterly ridiculous and desperate; desperate times call for desperate measures.  His plan has failed, but there is a foothold to be gained, and as the boy  ( JAMIE, the one Frost guarded so fiercely )  turns to run in his direction, Pitch opens black-clad arms to deliver an embrace of fear.

     But the child never touches him.  Pain like the harsh chill in a winter wind makes him gasp aloud as Jamie runs right through him.  “ NO ! ”  Hands clutch at aching chest, body straightening in stature and eyes searching blankly, realizing, any following syllables no more than mere whimpering echoes.  And now EVERY Guardian is watching, he knows even before he turns, their expressions pitying.  Even as he stares at them, his mind is elsewhere.

     For the first time in a long while, the cold tendrils of fear curl around his own soul.

     And he RUNS.

Anna Mauricedottir ( @freckledbutton ), welcome to the Rose Society, We have determined your alignment to be AMARE (LOVE) AND COMPASIA (COMPASSION). Your training as a Young Elite will begin shortly. This will be a long and tedious process–––Should you prove yourself unworthy of the Rose Society, you shall be released of your duties.

Violetta.

*within the next 48 hours, please post a longer bio as well as ONE STRONG MEMORY for each of your listed alignments above (1 para each, minimum of two alignments will be given). Please put the memories in a separate post from the bio (memories can be in same post).

                Something small, something simple, something beautiful was the easiest way to explain a girl as special as Anna. Odette could feel the edges of her lips pricking upward to reveal the joy which could easily be revealed when in the presence of a friend as sweet as a slice of chocolate cake. 

                 ❛ What else do you want to do? Can we play cards? I have to warn you, I’m really good. ❜