#jacksnowflakefrost

Jack turned his head, feigning indifference, but there was a hidden smile on his lips. “You’re definitely Samhain; cautious as ever, even as a kid.” Jack murmured, amusement thick in his tone.

If the little looks between himself and the frost creation were anything to go by, it would take a while to gain his trust. It would take then a while to get Sammy home then too. He sighed.

The cat, which had been rubbing its cheek against Sammy finger with a faint purr, ran a few laps around the boy before morphing into a rabbit.

Cautious was right. As enchanted as the boy was by the snow cat-now turned rabbit, his eyes kept darting back to the frost spirit nearby. Sure he seemed friendly enough, but he knew there were trickster spirits capable of fooling and whisking children away before killing them. Or worse, enslaving them. He spoke a different tongue though, that much Sam knew.

The white-haired boy was looking away now but Sam kept a close eye on him. He reminded him of the older boys he knew back in the village. Tall, lanky, confident; but he had never seen eyes as blue as his. And there was something about the way the spirit looked at him, as if he’d seen him before or at the very least recognized him. Maybe he’d been keeping an eye on him from a distance? Did he then only make himself known when Sam was alone and vulnerable?

Jack could appreciate healing magic; it was a lot quicker than his ‘traditional’ method… the one where he deals with the injury alone by relying solely on the fact that he was (to a degree) immortal, and that the moon was not done punishing him yet and thus would not let him be bested by a crude wooden pike twig. He had done it before, many a time, and it was never pleasant.

He’d also had many instances of healing magic, recently. Far to many times he’d had Ostara by his side, helping him clean up his messes. So with those experiences behind him Jack was well aware that healing magic meant 2 things: 1) The body was not supposed to heal at that rate. For that to happen it takes an incredible amount of energy in a very short period of time. So the ordeal was physically taxing, for the healed, and sometimes for the healer too. Already the adrenaline was starting to wear off and he could feel his body going into hibernation. 2) Debt. He would owe someone Sammy for going through the trouble of saving him some trouble because he got into trouble… was it too late to just wait this out without magic?

Yep, it was too late. Sammy was already doing this. Nightshade arrived soon after. He scowled half-heartedly at Sam’s words to her. “Are you trying to say I’m a handful?” His attention then shifted to Nightshade, who had poofed by his side, and her witty banter, unable to resist. “I’ll say it , that was a good one… but it’s hard to look hot when you’re with the coolest cat around~” The frost spirit quipped in return, even daring a wink and that stupid grin of his.

As soon as Nightshade poofed to Jack’s side, she was in her human form - just in time to shoot both finger guns and a wink at him in return for the pun. “Aaaaaaaay~” Samhain rolled his eyes. “Hope that sense a’humor means ya don’t have a concussion!” Nightshade giggled, lifting up Jack’s sweater to inspect the damage. Samhain was able to stop the bleeding but Jack’s insides still needed some serious patching up if he wanted to be up-and-at-em in the next hour or so. “Oof, what happened here Jacky? Ya tripped an’ fell hundred times over?”

“Nightie, I’ll leave ‘im to you while I get us home,” said Samhain, already standing and casting something with his hands. An arcane circle appearing on the ground beneath them and glowing.

“Aye aye, cap’n!” Though it was a serious injury, Nightshade was still her chipper self as she tended to Jack. “Ok Jacky, looks like you’ve lost a bit a’blood there so Imma need you to stay awake! Stay wimme aight? No sleepy bye-bye just yet!” she warned firmly, casting her spells. Healing magick was swift but not painless. Jack would be able to feel his flesh and tissue stitching themselves together while the earth under them rumbled.

Hearing the child express his dislike hit Jack the same way a brick to the heart would. He felt those words, physically. Having Samhain criticize him was one thing, but hear it from a child? Jack was almost about to turn and run when he heard Sam actually stick up for him; call him kind and gentle. And as nice as it was to hear him say that, Jack knew he hadn’t been either of those things tonight. He also couldn’t escape the fact that his winter , the season his magic was derived from, was partly the cause of this child’s death. Frost was the scary one, not Sam. Watching Samhain comfort this child in his last moments, it was obvious who was the kind and gentle one.

As the young boy passed Jack let out a sigh, turning to face Nightie for only a moment- long enough to nod- before he wordlessly hopped down from the window, crept across a snow covered park and waited at the treeline. Whatever happened next, Samhain and Andy deserved a moment alone, since he and Nightshade had already invaded their privacy. Jack would wait until Sam was ready before confronting him.

Nightshade couldn’t have known what Samhain and the boy were talking about by the time they arrived but it seemed to have hit the nail right on the head. A little too well, she thought to herself as she noticed the darkened expression on Jack’s face. “Jack, wait--” but before she could say anything, he’d hopped off.

“Ma, I’m okay but don’t come home tonight, or tomorrow night probably… no no, I’m okay ma really, I don’t need the hospital, but it’s not safe for you. Just stay at auntie Ruth’s… No ma, I know how aunt Ruth feels about me- it’s okay… please don’t worry, I’m crashing at a friends..” he looked to where Sam was, aware that he was using someone else’s phone and that someone looked pissed. With a shake of his head he focused back on his phone call, and the worried older woman on the other end of the line. “I promise ma. You be safe too. Love you….”

With that he hung up, and finally let out a shaky, relieved sigh. At least he didn’t have to stress over his mother’s safety for the next few days. He might not be welcome to stay at his aunts, but his mother and Emma would be. That was more than he could ask for. Cautiously he wandered back over to Sam, wary not to anger the older male further, although Sam seemed to have calmed somewhat too. He held the phone out with trembling hands. “Uh, thanks for that. My ma knows now.” A silence fell, where Jack didn’t know what else to say… or do for that matter. Any other silence like this and the usual Jack would be acting up to fill it. And even more so since it was Sam, Ostara’s older jerk of a brother, and Jack liked to mess with him. But after that… he stood there awkwardly, contrite, wishing he wasn’t such a burden. And speaking of burden… “How did you know? How did you know that I was… in trouble?” The boy asked, shivering against cold once again.

Sam was leaning against his car, the night air cooling his head down somewhat. By the time Jack handed him back his cellphone, his face wasn’t as twisted or his expression as sour. “..Ducky texted. Sayin’ you weren’t answering your phone an’ since I was on the way I..” He paused for a second. Shoving his hands in his sweater’s pockets, he looked away for a bit before replying, “I jus’ had a hunch.”

“So.. My place or Sundown?” asked the older male as he got into the car, signaling Jack to do the same. As they fastened their seatbelts, Sam added, “Look I know we made plans to get dinner an’ stuff but like.. You don’t ‘ave to go if ye don’t feel like it so we can just call it a day. But ye shouldn’t be on yer own tonight. Not after that fiasco.”

I was inspired to draw this ship after browsing through a certain artist’s gallery on Instagram! And honestly its blasphemy that I neglect this ship so much because they are just too cute ❤ Aine is the daughter of @jack-snowflake-frost’s Jack and @cuirsuasle’s Ostara. August is the youngest child of Samhain and @pxmpkinprincess’ Olivia. Honestly he isn’t the type to wear varsity jackets but I just wanted him in one. The H stands for Hallowe'en Town.

(Soft dorks for old times? )

soft dorks definitely || accepting.

@jack-snowflake-frost

Now that was hardly fair, was it? 

If Jack had stopped at the smirk and the teasing, Jocelyn would’ve known exactly how to retaliate. It was their routine after all, after hundreds of years. The practiced dance of banter, most times playful, few times frustrating, always familiar.

What was she supposed to do with this? 

She looked back at the boy, his smile open and soft. Her heart took an irregular rhythm then, thump-thump-thumping faster with the gravity of his words. Her nature was to reply flippantly, laughing it off, and they could be their usual selves again. But then how would he know, that she would never, ever take this offer for granted? He deserved to know, she would sooner give up everything that she was than be careless with him.

jack-snowflake-frost Send my muse some flowers and they’ll react to their meaning 

White Rose — “I love you not.”

The single rose she held in both hands, fingers gently stroking the soft petals, white as fresh fallen snow. Then she glanced up at Jack, lips curled in a slight smile, disappearing soon as the girl dramatically exclaimed, “But.. my only brother, whom I have held dearly to my heart my whole life, the only one I have left in this world? Oh, woe is me!”

People were starting to stare, few–the newer recruits–with apparent curiosity, while most snickered or merely shook their heads, accustomed to the twins’ antics by now. But the girl was not done yet.

My muse is having a nightmare and is reacting physically to it by screaming, send ★ for my muses reaction to being woken up by yours

jack-snowflake-frost

Haz`le sat upright quickly, she looked around, her eyes wide. Once she saw Jack she immediately went to wrap him in a hug. She didn’t care if he felt cold, she was already shaking.