#hunterisokay

TIme often eluded the young Guardian; too often was he spending his days circling around the globe, riding the winds as they carried him to his next destination.

He had seen more sunrises and sunsets than he could ever count. Weeks would blend into months, and months into years. Sometimes the only indicator of time he had to go by were his immediate surroundings -- the foliage, or lack thereof. The people, and what they wore. The temperature...from what he was capable of feeling, anyway.

But those methods weren’t always reliable. It varied depending on the location, and the only way he could truly know for sure was whenever he stopped by to visit one of his believers. He knew for a fact that it was still early in the new year, somewhere around January and February, and as he lowered himself closer to a certain city in New York he could easily see the layers of snow covering the ground that confirmed this.

But what he wasn’t expecting were the large amounts of red, pink and white scattered about the entire area. Splashes of the colors could be seen inside the windows of little shops and hanging on hooks outside of doors; floating above people’s heads on little balloons or just below their noses hidden among a bouquet of flowers.

Valentine’s Day, huh? It was a bit later than he had thought, afterall. The corner of his lips quirked up into a hint of a smile -- he felt rather indifferent about the holiday, to be honest. While he didn’t mind seeing people happy and caring for one another, he wasn’t much of one for the mushy lovey-dovey stuff. It just simply wasn’t in his character -- he was the Guardian of fun, the one who pulled pranks and told jokes...not Cupid.

//starter for Hunterisokay!

Saveliy was taking a night walk, like he did so often. Being home all day didn’t suit him, he liked to unwind, see people, go out of his daily routine. He crossed paths with tons of people, examinating their faces, way of walking, sometimes he’d even talk to some of them, knowing he probably wouldn’t see them again. However, this little encounters weren’t always pleasant, especially when the other half was drunk and agressive, which was the case, for that night. He just kept walking, ignoring the drunken blabbering, what seemed to be the best decision; he did not realise the man caught up to him in a matter of seconds, his stance agressive, meaning to attack him. Surprisingly, as he prepared to defend himself, a short girl got in the way of the drunk, taking the blow instead of him. 

        He knows he should be more careful. He’s been on the freaking news, for god’s sakes, and he wears a mask for a reason. Even so, it’s kind of cold out, and he has no gloves, and there’s no one around, so after a quick glance around, he lights his hands up, feeling the warmth across them as the fire spreads. It’s only by chance he looks up, and sudden eye contact with a girl who he was sure hadn’t been there before startles him. His hands close to fists and the flame goes out before they drop to his sides. 

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Jack’s powers are still influenced by his emotions. When it comes to having intimate partners, and the mood is just right, a simple kiss or drag of the fingers will leave small, cold, glowing frost marks on the other’s skin. The intricacy of the marks depends on the mood, and the intensity of the glow depends on how hard the other’s heart is beating. These marks can last a couple hours.