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FINALLY LOOK WHO IS BACK AFTER THREE EMAILS AND SEVERAL DAYS TOO LONG JFDLGKSD

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voiceofmany​:

Finally. And here he thought he’d have to endure Jack’s whining for the rest of the day. At least this way, perhaps he could tire the creature out, leave him so bloody exhausted that Pitch could get a bit of peace and quiet to plot.

Alternatively, Jack would transition to whining, and Pitch would never know silence again.

Jack flew off on the wind immediately, and Pitch huffed as he spurred his nightmare into motion. It took a fair bit of doing, gaining the speed to catch up with Jack - sometimes Pitch swore the very wind worked against him and thus by extension his favored steeds. But it gave him an opportunity to study Jack. To see exactly how gracefully he rode the breeze, his staff ever present in his hand.

Pitch was still so curious about that bloody staff. Its mere presence sometimes made his body ache, as though the tool itself was created with sheer joy in mind.

Speaking of. Jack’s joy at escaping work whipped Pitch like frigid icicles sinking into his skin, and Pitch steeled himself against the worst. By the time they arrived in the rolling tundras beneath them, Pitch landed his nightmare with a huff and took a few steps forward, focusing golden eyes narrowed in discomfort on the young man.

“I suppose you’re going to build snow castles now,” Pitch drawled. “Go on, then. Get your fun out of your system.”

There was nothing that could damper his mood now; not with the freedom at his fingertips, with or without Pitch’s presence. Sure, it still miffed him that he had to be ‘accompanied’ as though to make sure he wouldn’t get himself into any sort of trouble, but at the end of the day if it would allow him time outside of that stifling darkness of Pitch’s lair, he would take it.

When they finally reached the frigid tundra that marked Russia, Jack’s feet touched the ground with a small jump; arms outstretched as a grin touched his features. The sharp wind felt like a gentle caress on his face, as though wind themselves were welcoming him to his true element once more. Ice and snow and cold, the very essence of what made Jack Jack he could feel the jittery energy escape him, replaced with something much more level. More grounding.

He’d almost forgotten that Pitch had been right behind him.

The spirit glanced back at the voice; the boogeyman’s semi-annoyed tone not even chipping a dent into his good mood, even though a frown touched upon his expression. Of course he wouldn’t know the meaning of ‘fun’-- Jack’s need to catch his breath somewhere as open as this probably couldn’t even register with him. How dreadfully boring.

But...

“You got it.” The grin was thinly concealed in his voice, taking a couple of steps back in the crisp snow before the wind is scooping him up, as though already knowing of the minor prank he had in mind. It wasn’t too hard for him to let himself be swept among the wind and twirls of the half frozen snow; until he was a little ways behind Pitch; undetected he was hoping. Palm opens, the careful swirl of snowflakes and a soft bluish-white light forming the shape of a snowball in the middle of his pale hand.

Well, if Pitch still didn’t understand the concept of fun, then it couldn’t hurt terribly if he...

Of course, with or without a reasoning, he pulls back his hand; giving it a sharp throw at the back of Pitch’s head, unable to help his laughter when it connected with a soft ‘thwuk’ of contact.

“Heads up!!”

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@rotinthedark asked: "I got you something." That something was a small blue shimmering crystal, placed gently in the winter spirit's hand. "It's from my home. Called a Frozen Tear, because they're fabled to be the ones of yetis. They're actually one of my favorites and, given what today is, I figured it might be important to you, so... I wanted you to have one." A soft kiss to his cheek with a smile. "Happy solstice." 

“You got me...?”

His hands are held out to accept the small gift before realizing it, blue eyes falling down to the small crystal in the palm of his hand; pale and softly gleaming in the light. He hadn’t seen such a pretty gem before; fingers holding it gently as he held it up to his face, studying it as Sebastian’s words washed over him.

Oh... from his home. Jack glanced up from the Frozen Tear to the other spirit’s expression, feeling the warmth gently spread from his chest before he had even finished speaking, smile slowly spreading over his face. Not many people knew of exactly what the solstice meant to him; of course many would of assumed it was a day significant to the spirit of winter himself, but... The guardian didn’t even think that he shared such a detail with Sebastian as of yet; not because he felt uncomfortable disclosing the information, but more so because it had never come up before in conversation.

Blue tinted his cheek slightly as the warm kiss pressed to his cheek, holding the gift to his chest gratefully. Happily. “-- Thank you, Sebastian.” The gift was more than just a solstice gift, it was Sebastian offering yet another part of himself to him; another piece of his lost human life. Hand reached over to him, brushing his neck as he lifting himself slightly to pull him into a gentle kiss; smile on his lips when he pulled back. “-- Really. This means a lot... I promise to treasure it.”

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@repetiita​ asked: "At school today, we did arts and crafts for fathers day, and and and I said I didn't have a dad but I had to do one anyway so so I made a-a picture and you get to be the first to see it!" 

“Oh yeah?”

His hold on her hand didn’t falter; the smile on his lips soft and gentle as he glanced down towards Flee’s excitable form, leading them back through the village towards home. Jack had almost forgotten that it was that time already... by the time their father had left, he had been mostly too old for such classroom activities. ( And too nervous to breach the subject with their mother. )

Still... his sister was innocent to that past history, even if it still brushed against her in these moments. Their mother wasn’t an option to speak to about such things, so... Jack supposed he was the safest bet in his sister’s eyes.

“Well since I’m the first, I gotta see it now!” He twirls her playfully so she spins in front of him; the omega lowering himself to her level with an encouraging smile. “-- Come on, don’t keep your poor brother in suspense. Show me the best father’s day art that I’ll have the honor of getting.”

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@heartsaked​ asked: “  i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile.  ” ( feral keith, feral keith ) 

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“Keith...”

Cold fingers flex slightly over the paladin’s arms; carefully as though to remind him that he was still here, that Jack was still there and in one piece. Sure, a bit more banged up and considerably weaken than before he had accidentally fallen into the galra’s grip and had been subjected to their torture. ( Modified specifically just for his people; playing on their weakness to the sensation of heat while suppressing their natural chill. )

Really, the paladins’ appearance back on the planet couldn’t of been better timed; he wouldn’t of been surprised if one of the elders had someone managed to contact them in the mist of the invasion. ( Were there tools to contact the paladins in the mist of space? Jack wasn’t sure: there was still so much he didn’t know. )

The red paladin had been the first one he saw when he had come too, still weak and much too warm for his body’s liking, but his voice and expression... it made him pause. He’d seen him anger before, that was true, but this was much deeper... more dangerous.

“Hey... I’m fine...” A smile pulls on his lips carefully, weakly as fingers curled in his shirt, giving a tug to draw his attention back. “Look-- I’m okay. We should... we need to focus on everyone else first. I’m not sure... I don’t know where they were keeping those of us they captured...”

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@heartsaked​ asked: “  would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up.  ” ( surprise surprise, bunnymund is here to be decent )

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“It’s not my fault that it hurts...!”

Blue eyes shoot the other guardian a small glare, even if he tried to hold his leg still; despite the tension that still rippled through him. Could a Guardian, or rather an undead spirit, still get infections? Who knew... but Bunnymund sure seemed to think so, so there wasn’t any getting out of this ‘torture’.

The gash on his leg was red enough and pulsing with enough pain that it felt as though it could be possible... Acquired from Jack not exactly being too mindful of his surroundings as he and wind wipped through the air; causing him to have a pretty close call near a construction site; ways from the warren. A distressed sigh passed his lips, eyes glancing from the pooka to the wound before trying to will himself to relax. “Just... be more gentle. It hurts like a bitch...”

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wolfvirago​:

“Yes. You need to experience it at least once.” Robin grinned. “Here. Can I trust you with a knife?” 

She pulled a moderately sized knife from the drawer, as well as a peeler. She held the last item up, arching a brow.

“Or would you rather peel the apples? It doesn’t matter to me, but the filling is our priority right now. We gotta work on this before dinnertime, or else nothing will get done beyond fritters.”

“You can trust me with anything. Can’t you tell by the look on my face?”

Well, okay, maybe the grin that he offered in response was more mischievous than he would of liked, but the point still stood, didn’t it? Jack extended a hand towards her, laughter dancing around the tone of his voice.

“I think I got it. I promise not to even freeze anything. Besides-- I’d hate to be the reason why dinner is ruined if I get it wrong.”

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@burglarlotus​​:

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     “OF COURSE I CAN SEE YOU,” young Alice almost wanted to scoff. Just because he wasn’t tangible to most people shouldn’t mean she is incapable of believing! “I wake up every day thinking of six impossible things before breakfast,” she adjusted the cape that covered her petite figure, bringing some warmth to keep the cold weather at bay.

     Who knew taking a morning stroll across the house garden on her own would lead to this discovery? Well, Alice always had her mind and eyes open for anything unexpected, to be welcomed with open arms by her. Her light blue eyes were fixated on the young man in front of her, the one oddity to this snowy winter morning. “If I were as closed minded as my big sister, the world would be much more boring than it already is.”

Jack would of been in awe from the response given to him if it wasn’t so amusing. A huff of laughter brushes past his lips, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as he leaned his weight from one leg to the next.

“Six impossible things?” He repeats, laughter twisting and caressing with words without a trace of mockery. Head full of hair as white as the flakes falling, shaking his head slightly. “What was on the list today then? Me?”

Man, it was little quirks like this that reminded Jack about just why he loved kids; even if they didn’t have the ability to know he was nearby, providing their winter enjoyment. “You know, not everyone would of been this calm when coming face to face with someone like me. You got experience or something, kid?”

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voiceofmany​:

Jack’s grin and acceptance warmed Sam more than perhaps it should - but he had always had a soft spot for his brother. He heard a hell of a lot about Jack from Vincent at the dinner table when the kid chattered about whatever fun thing they’d done that day, so he figured they were as tight as a guy and a child could be…but it was still relieving, somehow, to see the honest pleasure on Jack’s face at receiving a birthday invitation.

It made his mom’s concern so much more potent as well. Jodi, unlike some of the other parents in town, had less of a fear of Jack’s influence on her kids and more an interest in his wellbeing. Sam had heard Jodi comment absently once or twice, almost to herself, about how skinny Jack was, or how often she saw him avoiding Mayor Lewis’s house.

It was the same energy she shared when she asked if Sam had invited Sebastian over for dinner recently, or seen if he wanted to crash over for the night.

Sam had the feeling that this birthday party invitation was equal parts Vincent’s idea and Jodi’s chance to shake Jack’s hand and deepen a relationship there, in case he had need of an adult figure.

God, Sam loved his mom.

“Vince likes neat bugs,” Sam drawled, already laughing. “But he likes sweets too. Mom’s gonna make him a pink cake, so I don’t really recommend something hugely sugary. But he loves cranberry candy, and that keeps pretty well, so he wouldn’t be, like, chowing down on it right away and ruining his appetite. You know how to make it?” Sam had the recipe on the tip of his tongue, but better to ask first.

“Oh, bugs-- I’m sure i’ll be the most popular guest at the party by bringing a beetle as a present.” Despite the limited amount of times that he and the blonde had actually spoken, it felt much too easy to let his guard down; smiles coming to his lips and touching the blue in his eyes without any real struggle. It made me wonder why they hadn’t connected before; why Jack had been so hesitate and anxious about mingling with those in town closer to his own age as opposed to the younger residents.

Pale fingers toyed with the invitation, stealing another glance at the words printed in crayon; displaying a sort of hopeful excitement that only a child could express through writing. Even if at times it felt as though he was still an outsider, it was small things like this that made him feel like someday he could fully blend into the tiny, rigid puzzle that seemed to be Pelican Town.

He’s folding the invitation carefully, listening to Sam’s words as he tucked the card and envelope into the pocket of his hoodie, furrowing his brows slightly at the more feasible ideas for a proper present. Cranberry Candy? That sounded like something Vincent would of enjoyed, however...

“-- I have no idea how to work my way through a kitchen.” A faint laugh; sheepish as arms cross his chest with the smallest shrug. “Is there... anyway to buy some?”

Probably not, his mind whispered; if he hadn’t been able to see it nestled in the shelves of Pierre’s or at JojaMart, then he doubted there was anywhere else - close buy - where he could purchase it. The kitchen was always off-limits in the numerous homes he bounced around in, unless it was him sneaking to quell a gurgling stomach, from either a missed or purposely withheld dinner.

“You wouldn’t... be down for helping me make a batch, would ya?”

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repetiita​:

“Well…” Keeping his expression neutral and voice hushed to respond to the winter spirit so as to seem at least a bit normal. “When we adults need to drive home, it’s inconvenient.” That and usually, people only wished for a white Christmas on Christmas. Not from Christmas Eve to fucking January.

“You said you could melt it.”

The spirit’s expression changed; a hint of sheepishness coloring pale features as he shifted, mouth twisting as a long hum escaped from pursed lips. Guilt? Shame? Perhaps a mix of both.

“Yeah... well about that...” Fingers brushed through white hair, Jack releasing the faintest sound of amusement. “--- I may have lied. I can’t melt my snow, only create it.”

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@softhcrted​ | x

They were only able to be themselves in the darkness of his room; when the rest of the castle all went to sleep for the night, unaware of whatever would go on in the prince’s bed chamber.

The kiss at his palm nearly melted; so soft and full of enough fondness to make his heart ache with affection. Fingers fall away from the scar easily enough, not wanting to linger and make Zuko feel uncomfortable in any way. Brow eyes watched him closely from where Jack’s head lay on his pillow, staring up at him in his slightly elevated position, keep an eye on his reaction.

He probably shouldn’t of pried. It was obvious his question troubled him; making Jack’s brows furrow in worry as silence stretched between, obvious distress on Zuko’s face.

Until he spoke.

Lips part, a small breath escaping him as his heart lurched at the implication, swallowing thickly. When he leans into him, fingers brush through Zuko’s black hair, leaning to rest his head down against his with a soft breath; silence spreading between them.

“... I’m sorry....”

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formadr​:

          THESE  LONELY  NIGHTS  SEEM  TO  FREQUENT  THE  CHIEF  IN  WAITING .   when  the  bright  rays  of  the  sun  descend  beyond  the  horizon  ,   starry  sky  blanketing  the  world  in  temporary  darkness  ,   he  can  feel  the  tension  weaved  into  his  heart  tighten  ;   an  aching  reminder  of  the  reality  that  awaits  before  him .   hiccup  isn’t  even  sure  of  what  he  needs  during  such  fleeting  moments  ,   but  one  thing  is  certain   —–   he  doesn’t  want  to  be  alone .

          SIGHING  IN  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT  ,   the  viking  shuffles  down  to  make  room  for  jack  ,   lanky  arms  wrapping  around  his  legs  and  resting  his  cheek  upon  leather - clad  knees .   the  fire  crackles  within  the  hearth  ,   the  emanating  heat  blanketing  him  like  a  warm  ,   comforting  embrace .   although  the  room  was  quiet     (   save  for  the  faint  grunts  escaping  a  sleeping  toothless  nestled  upstairs   )     hiccup  felt  at  ease  with  jack  next  to  him .   mossy  eyes  decidedly  fix  onto  the  boy  ,   gently  bumping  his  shoulder  into  him  to  garner  his  attention .

          “     thanks  for  sitting  with  me .     ”          freckled  features  relax  into  a  soft  smile  ,   mind  feeling  far  clearer  than  it  was  earlier  in  the  evening .          “     it  was  nice .     ”

Jack knew a thing or two about being lonely. About spending days and nights both wanting company but not knowing what he would do with it, even if it was one of his greatest wishes in the world. The mind was weird like that... but it allowed him to emphasize with Hiccup in these times, so... perhaps it wasn’t all too bad.

A smile touches his lips when he’s given the wordless permission to sit alongside him, sitting himself down easily; crossing his legs underneath him, letting his staff settle on the ground. Blue eyes studied the flames in front of them, it’s heat brushing over him a bit uncomfortably, contrasting from the winter cold that made up his entire being. Funny, he thought, how looking into the fire that could possibly cause him so much pain didn’t bring an ounce of internal fear within him.

His mind had been lazily touching upon several different thoughts floating through his mind before the spirit feels the faint bump against his shoulder, turning his head immediately towards his companion with a smile ready on his lips. Jack nodded, his expression softening easily as he shrugs his shoulders easily.

“-- Of course. I’m here to help.” A part of him tugged at him to ask what was troubling Hiccup so, but he holds the words back tightly; not wanting him to regress. If he wished to tell him, he would-- as simple as that. “Even though I think you’re trying to fry me with the heat.”

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softhcrted​:

Zuko had a new neighbor (and they had a KID) -how did Zuko know this exactly? Well, apparently the decript apartment he’d been able to afford with money from his dojo was so derilect that Izumi could hear the neighbor’s little girl through her bedroom wall.

So clearly in fact that she had determined that the neighbor girl’s bedroom and her bedroom shared that wall and they could talk through it, (if they shouted, at 6 AM)  Zuko was pretty sure they were developing some sort of secret code (Through shouting, at 6 AM.) -it got to the point where Zuko had to just roll his eyes, find shoes and call Izumi.

“Zumi, c’mon, we’re going over to the neighbors.”

Zuko was fairly certain astronauts could hear the resulting squeals.

“Yeah turtleduck, put on shoes. No -real shoes….okay good enough, let’s go.” 

With confidence that Zuko didn’t actually possess, he walked (got dragged) -over to the neighbors, and knocked on the door. 

 “Oh, uh hi, Zuko here -I mean I’m Zuko.” Izumi was facepalming, she was too much like her mother. “My daughter and yours have been talking…I just thought maybe it’d be nice if they could actually meet?”

@personifedchaosx for zuko!

The apartment was a blessing. Sure, it was pretty tiny, there was a permanent stain on the carpet in the living room, and Jack was half certain he heard the squeak and scampering of a mouse somewhere, but the price was dirt cheap: enough for him to both pay the rent and his and Emma’s needs without much scrimping.

Nevermind that it had been pretty much all he could afford among their small pool of choices. It had a kitchen with a working stove, and two bedrooms, and that was enough for him to almost workship the luck he had in snagging it. And also... it already seemed like Emma made a friend.

Not like he knew much about it-- his hours at the club ran late into the night, sometimes to the point where he would come back in the early, early hours of the morning; making it home with enough leeway to make Emma breakfast and send her off to school - if it was a weekday - before collapsing on either the old couch or his bed to sleep the daylight away. Most of what he knew came from her, chattering excitedly about her new friend - ‘Izumi’ or something - and about their conversations. ( A part of him wondered if it was imaginary friend at some point. ) He had just smiled and nodded, showing his sister that he was paying attention even if he was half asleep on his feet. He was looking forward to going to bed...

... until the knock at the door.

There was the faintest sound of complaint as he shuffled his way over to the door, leaving Emma at the table as a long yawn passed by his lips. He half expected to see the face of the land lord when he opened the door, but was surprised to look into the face of another man-- about his own age, even.

Brows furrowed, blue eyes scanning him over in slight confusion, leaning on his side heavily against the door frame, barely notcing the way his new company seemed to stuttering over his works.

“Uh...” Mind struggled to keep up, eyes shutting tightly as he shook his head to wake himself back up further. “Oh, um... Sorry. You must mean my sister-- I think I know exactly what this is about.” The faintest quirk of his lips, voice drenched in humor as he released a faint laugh. Oh speak of the devil indeed.

“-- Hey, Flee!” The nickname fell easily from his lips, tilting his head back to address his sister easily as he pushed himself back up so he was standing upright once more. “You got a visitor.”

It barely took a moment for his sister to scamper to the door, a scream leaving her lips as she caught sight of her ‘wall friend’, immediately knowing who she was. Rushing to her, a grin adorned her lips, grasping onto her hands as she pulled the other girl inside immediately, already chattering away about the various things she had promised to show her before.

A long sigh escaped Jack, brushing a hand through white hair as he leaned back, opening the door wider as he looked back to Zuko. “-- I think this is gonna take a while. Come on in.” Looks like sleep would have to wait.

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murroyilodel​:

SHE MISSES SUMMER. She dreams of purple pastures, white clouds, blue skies… the dreary grey and brittle chill of winter fading away to yield to the world suffused with colour and warmth. Winter brings with it a melancholy she cannot shake off.

At least at the soup kitchen where she volunteers, she feels useful in her small way, to see hands warmed and bellies filled. The food may be simple fare, but the soup kitchen makes certain that it is nourishing and not junk. Lingering a little more than usual to clean up after the soup kitchen is closed, she would not have noticed him if not for his apology.

A boy. Alone. Sorrow sinks her heart a little. Does he have family? She smiles back quickly. 

              “Hey, it’s fine. A couple of coworkers sleep               here actually. You can join them if you want.               They’re at the back. I can take you to them.”

“Um...”

Consciousness is till coming back to him; Jack raising himself up more from where he was slumped so that he was now fully sitting up,picking at the now cold food with an air of embarrassment. The warmth from the soup kitchen must of lulled him to sleep; such a sharp contrast from the frigidness that came with the winter winds outside. He was usually not one to fall asleep so easily in the mist of strangers, but... well, sleepless nights tended to catch up with you at some point.

“N... No, thanks. Honestly, I should be on my way anyhow.” Another shovel of the cold meal, sitting up straighter as though to emphasize his words on his momentary departure.

While the girl was nice, nicer than perhaps he had been expecting in his scenario, he knew he couldn’t overstay his welcome. And he couldn’t picture himself being welcomed by her co-workers.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a second...”

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if you’d only understand dear: n o b o d y wants you anywhere                                                               …                                                    so why you wanna fly?                                                         blackbird; you ain’t ever gonna fly.

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mcnyhearts​:

          “ WELL THEY DO LOVE A GOOD PARTY. ”     —     since her grandfather became ill and her aunt and uncle took over, the castle did seem to have more parties. it was nice but, also made her wonder why. it was obviously that they were only going to be on the throne until tohru was able to marry and take it for herself, yet most people commented on how they were trying to get a little to comfy. some liked it, some did not. before her mother died, she had been a kind queen yet a bit on the wild side. she had come from royalty when her late father had fallen in love with her. so, in turn, many people weren’t a fan of her being the sole person on the throne. after she died, those same people were very against tohru ascending.

          she was a woman, which was why the stipulation was made that she must marry first. then, she was also a bit of an airhead. tohru truly cared for people, loved them with all her heart, but she could be naive to other things. she always saw the good in people, when sometimes it was simply that no good was there. many saw her kind heart as a weakness instead of a strength. but, in the end, she just couldn’t change who she was.

          “ i suppose you could kindly ask them not too. tell them that a party would be a bit much for you. maybe they would take that to heart and just have a small dinner or something like that? ” tohru assumed her aunt and uncle would understand and do as he asked. after all, it was his birthday and they were actively working to make him happy as long as he was staying in the caste. which, was a wonder in her mind. how much longer would he be here? the thought of him leaving actually made her chest hurt slightly which… was very odd wasn’t it?

          he was right, she was ready to fight his comment about not having a wish. if put on the spot tohru was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to think of anything quickly yet she was completely convinced he should be able to do it. maybe it was silly. it’s not like she was some magic genie that could make anything happen. she wasn’t all powerful.

          the other quickly changed his tune though, speaking of something. tohru nodded her head a few times quickly, obviously excited that he thought of something. “ yes! no matter what! anything! ”

“I... don’t believe they’ll listen to me, funnily enough.” Jack can’t help the faint note of laughter in his voice, even though he was only partially joking. While they had been as accommodating as they could be towards the prince, they sometimes tended to be... well, more on the pushy side. Their insistence on his presence at all of their gatherings were becoming almost oppressive; everything was set in his honor, as though showing off the fact that he had chosen to stay with them for this limited time. ( When really, it was at his parents’ insistence; he knew that they were talking about possibly pairing him up with one of the cousins, and by her constant flirting and lingering by his side, he knew exactly which one. )

But... it was all well. Jack couldn’t completely complain about it, since he was able to also spend his time with Tohru during these events...

He snorted at her enthusiasm, a careful smile painting his lips; almost feeling bad for the curve-ball he was gonna send her way. ( She was so easily flushtered and taken off-guard, it almost want to keep teasing her just to see her reactions even further. )

“Very well--- then the only thing I wish for my birthday is your company.” Lips quirked, warm eyes watching her carefully. “I would prefer if it was just us. It seems anytime I try to spend more time with you, your aunts and cousins wisk me away.”

His head tilted slightly, brows furrowing slightly as though in a wince; the small moment of mirth escaping him, hoping it wasn’t too much of request. But hey: she did say anything. “A couple of hours of your time would be more than enough, Princess.”