#theprincejackfrost

theprincejackfrost

  Tadashi jumped at the sudden freezing breathe against his shoulder, even though it was clothes, he could still feel the coldness that the other omitted, “Jeez-- You scared me dude..” He breathed a small sigh of relief, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Such a right does not exist.” She ground out between clenched teeth. 

Her eyes narrow at his response, a kind of fury bubbling up within her. With speed not even she was aware she had, she wrapped a hand around his collar, bringing their faces close enough that she could feel her eyes cross a bit as she looked at him. 

She smiled in delight as she saw the boy’s internal struggle. Again she drew closer, a hand coming to caress his face. 

“Oh, Jack, why don’t you just let yourself give into that anger?” 

She let her lips ghost over the skin of his neck as she sunk down a bit, hands now loosely clenching the fabric of the boy’s hoodie. 

“Oh really now? And what change of yours could possibly be more astounding than this?”

Her arms spread out again and suddenly she was surrounded by a plethora of her mini faeries.

“Aren’t they just gorgeous?” Mother always said it was rather unladylike to go around and flaunt items in your possession, but mother wasn’t here now was she?

“Do you like the new color? It was a gift of sorts, and don’t you think it just fits me like a glove?”

She can see he’s edging away from her as she brings attention to the dark tarlike coloring of her feathers, and the smile on her lips sours instantly.

“What’s the matter Jack?” Her voice is practically dripping with false sweetness as she and her mini faeries slowly drift closer.

If it were possible, the smirk on her lips grew even larger.

“Oh, but it is a big deal, you silly boy.”

Closer and closer her faerie army was drawing, the beat of their wings growing louder and louder. 

“In fact…” She drew close to the boy in blue, lips coming to graze the shell of his ear as she whispered her next few words.

“Have things changed around here?” She mused, a brow arching as she eyed the boy, that smirk of her growing more and more dangerous.

Into the air she rose, arms spread wide as she did a little spin.

“Look around you, boy. Can you not tell that things have changed, have gotten better?! What more proof could you possibly require.”

It was then an idea came to mind, and her eyes narrow as she lets out a shill cry of “Girls! We have a visitor!”