#jacinxwinter

I recently heard this song which gives Jacinter vibes, like it feels something that Jacin would say to Winter-it’s a song so he should sing, but it’s Jacin who we are talking about. Plus, she is a princess and kinda delusional with ‘voices’. Hence, the Jacinter vibes.

Here’s the link if you want to hear it-

Day 4 ~ non theme (Winter x Jacin or/and Cress x Thorne)

Double date! Jacin refuses to go anywhere if he doesn’t drive. Thorne doesn’t agree with that. 

PERSON A: I’m taking you in

Jacin: What is that?

Winter: Affection.

Jacin: Disgusting.

Jacin:

I’m sorry, this may not be exactly what you thought it was!

Winter was very out of her comfort zone, and she never was. She always felt right at home with her people, no matter if she was in the palace or in the outer sectors. And although Earth was a new experience, as long as someone smiled at her, she felt no discomfort whatsoever.

But now Jacin was crying, and she didn’t know what to do.

She realized that she was unconsciously relying on Jacin to be the strong stoic one. In the midst of all her tantrums, he was the steady island she could cling to. When the world swirled around her in shades of grey and black, he was her spot of color. But that wasn’t fair to do. It wasn’t fair to expect so much of him.

And somehow, she thought he felt it to. At some point, the dam holding back all of your emotions had to break. Hers broke often enough. Why shouldn’t his?

She kneeled down and circled her arms around his shaking form. He didn’t even try to shake out of her hug. She gently rubbed circles on his back, whispering the most comforting things she could think of.

“Think of…a field of daffodils. With little singing birds all around you. And - candy apple tarts! Ginormous ones. Ones that melt on your mouth and fill you with sweetness.”

He choked in between sobs. “That’s not helping, Winter.”

Her shoulder drooped. “I’m sorry. I’m just…trying to help you.”

He shook his head, his tears subsiding. “I know.”

They sat there silently on the floor for a few minutes, light from the distant moon - the only home she had ever known before becoming an ambassador - illuminating their faces. Winter turned to see the tear tracks on Jacin’s cheeks glistening. She gently wiped them with her thumb.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Hesitating, Jacin shook his head. “I’d - I’d rather not. Not right now, at least. Besides, I don’t really know what it was.”

Winter knew it was rare that he expose himself to anyone, especially her. It was tough for him, whereas it was almost second nature to her. She rubbed her hands against his side, prompting him to go on as much as he could. He sighed. “I guess…it was just a lot of emotions. That I’ve been holding back.”

She shook her head. “That dam is no good, Jacin. You know that.”

He solemnly looked down, memorizing the patterns in the wood.

“You can’t be so upright and strong all the time and expect to stay like that forever.”

He shrugged. “There were already cracks.”

Winter rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. He turned suddenly and caught her in a gaze so intense she found herself shivering.

“SSH! You’re going to give us away!”

“I’m sorry! I can’t...I’m sorry…”

Jacin frowned as he watched Winter hold a hand to her mouth, but a corner of his mouth lifted up when she collapsed into giggles again. She leaned against the marble pillar they were hiding behind for support and grabbed onto Jacin’s arm.

He chuckled. “Hey...it wasn’t that funny.”

She looked at him, eyes bright with mirth. “Yes it was! Oh, it was. The way you said it… and his expression! Oh stars!” She covered her face with her hands, body shaking from laughter.

“I - wait, sssh! Be quiet!” Jacin crouched down and pressed a hand to Winter’s mouth, silencing her. He peered around the column as discreetly as he could. Winter followed his movements, peeking out from behind the pillar in a much more conspicuous manner. Jacin glared at her and she retreated.

He heard them before he could see them. The loud guffaws, the infinite chatter - the aristocrats were here. He could have spotted their long, gauzy dresses and ostentatious hair from a thousand miles away, but the hundred yards of the corridor was more than enough to see that they had arrived.

Also, that they were rather drunk.

Why, he couldn’t imagine. It was the middle of the day, and real sunlight was pouring in through the windows. But who knew what they were doing in Lunar court? No politics, that was for sure. He hadn’t even hit double digits yet, but he already knew. He had heard his father discussing it with Mr. Hayle. The lies in the court, the false promises, and talk about Winter. If she was going to take the throne. If she was even eligible. And most frequently, her astounding beauty, just at age 8.

Not that Jacin noticed anything about that.

Suddenly reminded of her, he turned to face Winter, who should have been hiding behind the column, fully concealed in the shadows.

She wasn’t there.

Jacin cursed in his limited vocabulary and stood up. The nobility had reached the end of the hall and were settled on the couches. He searched the shadows in the little alcove behind the row of columns, trying to find the princess. Turning, he caught a flash of curly black hair on the opposite side of the hall.

Right next to where the aristocrats were lounging.

Jacin scanned the hall, then dashed to the other end of the hall, where Winter stood. He grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall in a small alcove, trying to control his loud breathing.

“Hey. Hey? Who’s there?” He heard one of the aristocrats bark. He shut his eyes, dreading what might happen if they found them. If they told the queen. Levana would quite possibly murder them - like she did Selene.

But the noble lost interest and turned back to his frivolous conversation. Jacin breathed a huge sigh of relief, then faced Winter.

“What were you doing? You could have been caught eavesdropping!”

“I was being a spy, Jacin.” Winter fixed him with a look saying isn’t it obvious?

“No, you know what you were being?” She shook her head sarcastically.  “Trouble. You were being trouble.”

She giggled despite his admonitions. “Big trouble. Princess-sized trouble.”

Winter sat, legs dangling over the balcony in the throne room, watching the horizon of Luna.

“Princess!”

She turned, a faint smile on her lips. Once she noticed the blonde guard headed towards her, the smile grew wider, dimples on her cheeks deepening.

“Jacin!” She giggled, clapping her hands, but he stalked forward and pinned them back to the edge of the balcony. Her smile shrank. “Jacin? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He grumbled, taking hold of her arms. “But you won’t be if you sit so close to the edge of the balcony.”

“Oh, pooh.” Winter pouted, crossing her arms as she was dragged away from the edge. “I just want to enjoy the sunrise.”

It was the first one since the revolution, the first one without blood and death in its wake. But that one had also held hope, rising hope, spreading through everyone’s hearts. This one held stability. It held peace.

“Come. Sit with me.” She patted the ground next to her absentmindedly as she watched a faint haze form in the distance. It heralded a new age. One with a new queen, new friends, and a new life.

And Jacin.

“Princess,” he sighed, “ we have to leave for Earth in a few hours. You’re an ambassador, remember?”

“Of course I remember. And you’re my guard. So come here and protect me.”

“While watching the sunrise with you.”

Winter nodded seriously, curls bobbing. “Yes.”

With a small groan, he sat down next to her, leaving quite a few inches between them. Winter moved closer. He shifted away as subtly as possible. She pressed closer still and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Oh, don’t do that.” Winter laughed as he tensed, and rested her head against his shoulder. After a few moments, he relaxed. Winter watched him, his chiseled profile against the slowly lightening sky of Luna. She noticed the warmth that was spreading through her body, sparking at her fingertips. Fractures in the ice encompassing her hands started to appear.

It was all perfect. There was just one more thing it needed.

The horizon turned purple, then pink, then yellow, until a glowing orb lifted its head. Its rays bounced off of the palace, glass sparkling. It hit the pools of blood in the courtyard and dried them away. It touched the edges of Winter’s toes, and through the layers of frost, she could feel it.

She stood and automatically moved towards the sun. Its golden light traveled up her legs, her dress glimmering, her hands, her arms, until it nearly blinded her. She shut her eyes and laughed, twirling, revelling in the warmth that signified so much more than a new day.

She stopped mid-twirl and cracked open an eye. Jacin was watching her, a rare  expression on his face, a smile creeping up on his lips.