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"I am not making fun of you, I genuinely do not know what kpop is! Is it- some kind of soda, or-"

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animal - arctic fox

colour(s) - shades of purple and blue

month - december

song - writing on the wall (blackmore's night)

number - five

time of day - night

plant - purple heather

scent - old books

crystal - white opal

season - winter

place -  a forgotten library

astrological sign - capricorn

astrological house - tenth

astrological planet - saturn

element - water

musical genre - classical

From this prompt!

Assassin AU.

Her plan had failed.

She slipped on metaphorical ice, getting herself stuck between a rock and a hard place, and it was unlike her often stealthiness to cause such a hiccup - to not finish the job the first time. But now, the plan had been exposed. Maybe not to the length and extent to all who were potentially involved, but the bottom line of her joining The Guardians in the first place, all under the guise of getting closer to Frost - and killing him.

Kaleidoscope couldn't believe the foul play she subjected herself to, to allow herself out bested by a man like him. She couldn't get the smug look out of her mind as he used her own weapon and granted her mercy by cutting her braid clean off versus stabbing through her throat.

Besides the attempted assassination on his life done with her own hands, their relationship had always been rocky - him taking more of an interest in her than she ever dreamed to have for him. But, she'd never admit to the soft spot she started to grow for Frost - yet she'd never dare allow something as insignificant as feelings to encroach on her job. To be let known willingly. It was a weakness. And she was smarter than that.

It would've been better to be granted the solace of kissing death with the blade of her own knife than to live on with the embarrassment of knowing he'd remember this - that the others would find out.

But they never did. The other Guardians continued as if that night shared under the stars had never happened. The same grueling darkness that caused her to slash away at the remaining bits of her hair to change to a new look, a shoulder lengthed bob. There were comments about it, yet Kaleid never explained; she didn't have to, but the knowing gaze of the man across the room knew all too well.

And it made her sick with nausea.

She always knew where to find him, her keen sense of tracking one of her better feats, but he always purposefully placed himself in places that Frost knew she'd find him. Where they could be alone. Irritating to a fault, but a slight endearment to him all the same. Compared to her usual acrobatic entrances, she merged from the shadows with crossed arms, looking at him with her typical callous gaze. And like always, he met her in kind with his aggravating smile.

A smile she's come to enjoy.

His words caused a rare soften to her gaze; he laid himself on a platter for her to devour and yet, she wasn't taking the chance to strike for his life. A new weakness was beginning to form within her and it had a name: Agent Frost; the man who was known for ice had slowly chipped away at the icebergs around her own heart and blew heat with every interaction to make it melt away, little by little. To allow herself to have someone's warm touch creep past the cage and chains; though she often didn't speak, didn't touch, she slowly approached him till they were mere inches away.

A woman known for speaking with her body allowed her hand to run up his chest before reaching the peak of his chin, gripping it lightly; her gaze remained with an edge of softness, looking between his eyes, allowing words to finally speak past her mask. His insinuation that by her showing up, that she was what he needed would've made most girls swoon but for Kaleidescope? It just caused her to roll her eyes, more gentle than usual.

⸺ ❝ ... Because who else would keep you constantly on your toes otherwise, Frost? ❞

Surprise colored pencil and eraser only giftart for @nosenipped of Jack Frost from the movie Rise of the Guardians! 💙 ❄

First time drawing this awesome frosty guy! Hope you all enjoy and tysm for being so kind to me friend! :D 💕

@nosenipped dreamed: FOUR  OF  CUPS:  A  secluded  lakeside  where  the  sender  broods  under  a  tree,  refusing  to  hear  out  the  receiver.

finger snaps beside her ears, he knows she can hear him — his presence lives evermore within her. ❛ hellooooo, ❜ whistled winds ﹙　...　﹚ before, the most devious scheme unveils itself to frost, with lips curled, they tip—toe close, lips placed mere spaces from her ear. a small intake of breath, and a small squall rushes into her ear ﹗

from x. ～ 🩵

The storyteller waved her hand by her ear where her longtime friend and confidant was hovering like an incessant (impish) nursemaid. Too wrapped up in her work to spare the brain power to verbally respond.

She was working! She hadnt been awake /that/ long....only a day. Had it been only a day? Her eyes itched. There was an annoying ache behind them. Usually she was much more aware of her soulmate's mischief bit her exhaustion dulled her awareness, leaving her open to surprises.