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Aster 3

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“There you are, mate” Bunny said as soon as Jack appeared from behind a tree. He was sitting in a small meadow near the burrow, a small army of eggs jumping around, trying to get their turn to get painted. “Was there a fire somewhere or somethin’? Only time I’ve seen someone fly so fast was when this Austrian kid lost his first molar and Tooth…you okay kid?” his tone changed to a kind-of-concerned-because-he-totally-wasn’t-worried-about-the-boy’s-long-face one, leaving the half-way painted egg in his hands on the floor with the others and getting up to hop over to the teen. His ears perked in surprise when Jack flinched a little at the closeness and took a small step back, his staff coming to cross over his chest in a distinctively protective manner.

“O-of course I’m fine, Kangaroo, just…tired, there was this big holiday in Russia and I though a good snow day was in order, sure the workers weren’t so happy but the kids had their fun” it was true, in a way; after almost melting his brain thinking on the “m” word subject, he decided to clear his head the only way he knew: snowballs and fun times. It had worked, his head was clearer and he wasn’t as stressed, so he thought going to the Warren now would be a good idea.

Oh, how wrong he was.

As soon as he’d arrived, he’d made his way through the place, searching for a fluffy cottontail, but the mere thought gave him goosebumps (mind you, goosebumps in a winter spirit, he almost had to laugh) and so the moment the Pooka came to view, panic started to seep through his mind again, and he was about to fly off again, but a deep voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

And now here he was, face to face with the root of his every problem.

“…lp me over here with the…Frostbite? You there larrikin?” Bunny tapped Jack’s head lightly, breaking the small trance the winter spirit was into.

“W-what? Sorry, I was just…uh…” Jack couldn’t exactly phrase what he was thinking about, he wasn’t ready for awkward conversations yet.

Bunny let out a sigh, but a phantom of a smile showed through it “I said that if you don’t have anything else to do now, you could help me over here with the googies, they’ve been quite restless for some reason, and two hands ain’t enough to handle ‘em” he then looked pointedly at the way the egglets climbed over each other, trying to get his attention. The blue one he was just painting trying to get up from under the pile.

Jack grinned at the eggs, they were so cute, damn it. “Sure I can, Fluffybottom, gimme a brush and let’s get started” he said while walking past Aster towards the egg pile and the paint jars. Bunny looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Fluffybottom?”

“Cottontail is getting kind of old, don’t you think? Or would you rather choose yourself?”

Jack smiled tauntingly at him, giving a pointed look his direction, waiting for the response he knew was coming.

And sure enough, the brush hitting his head was—kind of—enough of an answer for him to drop on his back and start laughing.

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Oh damn it all to hell and back.

This has to be my worst idea ever.

Jack thoughts were plagued with self-insulting and remorse, because try as he might, he could not paint more than a single egg every five minutes, not because of lack of talent—he was very proud of his frost designs, thank you very much—but because of the damn giant alien warrior rabbit in front of him.

Because all be damned, he had started to actually pay attention to the other guardian.

A lot of attention.

He remembered reading something on the internet—Tumblr, actually, damn that website—when visiting Jamie, about how you would start liking someone back if they told you they liked you, and apparently finding out the unconscious —or so he hoped— courting from Bunny had had the same effect on him.

He now noticed, working silently behind the rabbit, just how soft and shiny his fur appeared under the light coming down over the meadow, a soft ever-present current of warm wind ruffling his back fur, producing lighter and darker colors to appear. It was also quite nice to see all the muscles working beneath the fluff, slowly accommodating to let his arms move and his hands trace delicate patterns over the egg held carefully on his palm…

And then the egg in Jack’s palm fell to the ground.

It was a soundless fall, the egg not breaking nor scurrying back to the ice teen, but rather running back to the pile waiting to be painted by the more expert hands of the Easter Bunny.

Jack didn’t notice though, too busy hitting himself with his staff, small snowflakes falling over his overheated face. No! He thought, I did just NOT check Bunny out! Cursing himself again, he got up…

And promptly stepped into the pond.

The splashing sound caught Aster’s attention and he turned his head, catching a glimpse of the spirit sitting in the 20 inches deep pond, splashing water into his face and plainly trying to drown himself.

Oh the irony.

Feeling the water start to freeze around him, Jack stood and flew away, landing a few feet away from his original painting spot to shake himself like a dog would, the rest freezing naturally around him. Feeling observed, he turned to see Bunny watching him with the most perfect expression of ‘are you stoned?’ he’d ever seen, and suddenly he started to feel a little uncomfortable under the piercing gaze of the most ridiculously green eyes he was sure the world had yet to see.

“…Nope” he said, before returning to the pond, kneeling at the border and sinking his face in the cool liquid.

Bunny just turned around and kept working.

“Crazy drongo”

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“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, Jamie, one moment he’s the grumpy rabbit that’s just asking for a snowball in the face, and next he’s all soft fur and cute paintings and flowers and ugh” Jack stopped talking, making a grimace, as if he was disgusted with his own thoughts. He had thought that visiting Jamie would clear his head and so he had made his way to Burgess, only he forgot the small detail of the rabbit plushie Jamie still had in an honor place in his bed. It had triggered all his problems back to his mind and the kid had no more than said ‘hi!’ and he saw himself with a handful of angsty confused eternal teenager Guardian.

He wasn’t expecting Jack to start fussing about a possible attraction between him and Bunny.

Jack Frost and the Easter Bunny. Who would have thought it?

Now, with Sophie at his side—she seemed to work as a stress-reliever to the Guardians in general—Jack sat on Jamie’s bed, the kid sitting on a wheeling chair in front of him ( if their mother came in, it would look as if Jamie was playing with Sophie instead of talking to the air). Jamie himself was entering puberty, and to imagine that he would end a blabbering mess like Jack was right now terrified him, but he nonetheless tried to help his friend with his actual predicament.

“Ok, so, Bunny started acting too friendly at some point and unconsciously chose you as his…mate? That right?”

Jack nodded, softly threading his cold fingers through Sophie’s uneven hair “Yeah, kind of. I mean, he could have not meant it but the damage’s done; the bunnies and fairies won’t get near me, and every single animal I passed by on my way here scurried away, even the snow foxes! And they love me!” He sighed, hugging his right knee to his chest, eyes turning glazy and looking into the distance.

“Well, have you talked with him? Maybe it can be reversed, like, a ‘counter-marking’ or something, he’s a Guardian, shouldn’t he be able to do magical and cool stuff and all that?” Jamie waved his arms over his head, putting emphasis in the ‘magical’, Sophie giggled and jumped a bit, wriggling her arms as well.

“That’s not the problem, the issue here is…I might want to keep this going” a minute of silence followed his words.

“….What?” was the whispered answer from the brunet, his eyes dropping to look awkwardly at his hands for a moment “but, if you do want to go on with it, does it mean…do you like Aster?” before Jack had even time to open his mouth, the blonde girl jumped from the bed squealing.

“Aster! Aster!” she laughed and ran around the room, as if believing the cute Easter Bunny was hiding somewhere there.

“Jamie? Sophie? Is everything alright up there?” came their mother’s voice from the stairs, Jamie gasped and scrambled out to the hall.

“Yes mom, we’re just playing!”

“Why is Sophie yelling ‘aster’ so much then?”

“Ummm…she was telling me about the asters she saw at the flower shop down the street, she says she liked them a lot and wanted to go get some”

Jack heard the woman’s laugh from the room “Well, I suppose I can take her there later on. You two have fun, I’ll be right here if you need me”

After that Jamie went back to his room, flipping imaginary sweat from his forehead “That was close, luckily Bunny has a flower’s name, should have been hard to come up with something otherwise”

But Jack wasn’t listening, he was suddenly up like a spring and going towards Jamie’s desk; his computer to be more precise. From the place he was standing in, Jamie couldn’t see what was he doing, but after a while of clicking and typing Jack huffed and went towards the window.

“’Kay kiddo, gotta go, Google couldn’t help me with this one” waving his hand, he jumped from the rafter and took off towards the forest, leaving behind a small snow bunny which Sophie hurried to play with.

Jamie, as any curious child would, looked at the computer screen, surprised to find a website like that, and then everything downed in him and, chuckling, turned to play with Sophie.

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Meanwhile Jack Frost flew swift towards the closest tunnel leading to the Warren, hoping to find whatever he needed upon the multiple archives down in the same library that had started all this mess. So Bunny wanted to court him? Damn well he was getting courted back.

He grinned, and with a small cheer, disappeared underground.
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