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estoria2015-09-13 05:45 pm
2cool4guardian) wrote in estoria2015-09-13 05:45 pm
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[Closed] I'm not dead, I'm just floating
Who: Jack Frost and his hypocrisy his traumatized cr (Hiccup, Hiro, Korra, Rei, Athena)
When: IC 3/17 (aka backdated to three days after the raid)
Where: Their apartments, the shrines
What: After coming back from the death, Jack wants to check on his friends
Rating/Warning: Lots of angst, talk about death, mentions of gory details
[For three hundred years, Jack didn't know who he was or where he came from... but death had always definitely been an option. He had many other theories too, of course, but being dead fit the pattern - spirits had to come from somewhere, right? So when he finally found out the truth, it wasn't shocking. He was delighted to get his story, and even if being dead became a touchy subject later, it was because of its nature more than how it affected Jack.
This time, things aren't as easy.
Death shouldn't be a fear for him. Something to think about when it comes to his past, sure. Worry about belief and disappearing, that too. But facing physical pain with such horror? That shouldn't be a thing for Jack - he may've been hit multiple of times and it hurt, but it's only magic that can truly damage him. So facing that fan and being caught in its blades... there are no words to describe how horrible it was.
That's what he's thinking about when he wakes up in the park. Is this death? Is it Ceres messing with him? Has worldhopping changed his nature? Jack lays there on the grass, frustrated, angry, feeling powerless, and most importantly... scared.
The way to fight fear is fun, and what makes Jack snap out of it is the sound of bright laughter coming from the children running toward him. They're so happy to see him! They missed him, they have been so worried! Jack is buried under hugs and tears and, underwhelming as it is, he'll take this over angsty thoughts everyday.
He can think about his death later. Here he has people to worry about. As long as he is still an eternal spirit, he can go on, coping with pain as it comes. He coped for three centuries after all.
The kids aren't told the truth, but Jack stays with them until his body is less sore and his powers are fully back (what's with that anyway?). Then he sends them home with promises of more fun tomorrow - he has things to do.
A Guardian cares about children, sure, but he also cares about his friends.]
((ooc: I'll add top levels for each character! As I said in plurk, please don't feel pressured to tag right now. I'm just setting up things for organization, you can tag when your own threads are done.))
When: IC 3/17 (aka backdated to three days after the raid)
Where: Their apartments, the shrines
What: After coming back from the death, Jack wants to check on his friends
Rating/Warning: Lots of angst, talk about death, mentions of gory details
[For three hundred years, Jack didn't know who he was or where he came from... but death had always definitely been an option. He had many other theories too, of course, but being dead fit the pattern - spirits had to come from somewhere, right? So when he finally found out the truth, it wasn't shocking. He was delighted to get his story, and even if being dead became a touchy subject later, it was because of its nature more than how it affected Jack.
This time, things aren't as easy.
Death shouldn't be a fear for him. Something to think about when it comes to his past, sure. Worry about belief and disappearing, that too. But facing physical pain with such horror? That shouldn't be a thing for Jack - he may've been hit multiple of times and it hurt, but it's only magic that can truly damage him. So facing that fan and being caught in its blades... there are no words to describe how horrible it was.
That's what he's thinking about when he wakes up in the park. Is this death? Is it Ceres messing with him? Has worldhopping changed his nature? Jack lays there on the grass, frustrated, angry, feeling powerless, and most importantly... scared.
The way to fight fear is fun, and what makes Jack snap out of it is the sound of bright laughter coming from the children running toward him. They're so happy to see him! They missed him, they have been so worried! Jack is buried under hugs and tears and, underwhelming as it is, he'll take this over angsty thoughts everyday.
He can think about his death later. Here he has people to worry about. As long as he is still an eternal spirit, he can go on, coping with pain as it comes. He coped for three centuries after all.
The kids aren't told the truth, but Jack stays with them until his body is less sore and his powers are fully back (what's with that anyway?). Then he sends them home with promises of more fun tomorrow - he has things to do.
A Guardian cares about children, sure, but he also cares about his friends.]
((ooc: I'll add top levels for each character! As I said in plurk, please don't feel pressured to tag right now. I'm just setting up things for organization, you can tag when your own threads are done.))
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jack's touch is a contrast to the temperature he remembers. he'd be more inquisitive about the fact that jack is feeling so touchy, really, but he can't be surprised given what's happened, can he?
he's not so naive to think jack came out of the entire ordeal unscathed. but the yes i'm fine doesn't seem to come out so easily, because with that in mind... wouldn't it be obvious that he wasn't? they both weren't. all three of them weren't--not yet, anyway. ]
... I-- [ the yes never leaves his throat, and he looks a bit frustrated that it doesn't. a-- small sigh. ] I'm not really sure how to answer that. Right now.
[ is this how jack felt? knowing your own death. it's... something. and on top of all that, toothless... ]
Just-- a lot of things happened. [ ha. ha. there's an exhausted wryness here, before he looks to jack. then, there's a more concerned: ] I'm guessing it was the same with you.
[ that's the more terrible thought. ]
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[Thump. Just like that, Jack stops hovering, his friend's words being such a heavy hit that is enough to make him land so suddenly. His shoulders fall, so does his unusually touchy hand, and blue eyes glance at Toothless, looking for... looking for what?
This can't be happening.]
No, noooo, not you too! [He sounds worried, angry-- scared. It's a mix of feelings he hasn't experienced very much, and that makes him even more nervous. The room temperature is starting to lower, enjoy that.] I didn't think-- Toothless was with you and I-- Hic?
[Just a cute little nickname that still carries such a big intent. Because Jack's is begging, asking Hiccup to please tell him all this is a bad, bad joke. It has to be. The cold hand around his staff tightens, and a frown appears, anger slowly getting worse.]
I'm going back there and making them pay for whatever they did to you!
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not you too. that's confirmation enough, isn't it? and while jack's outrage is mirrored in hiccup now, he knows going back anywhere is a mistake right now. one of the last things he wanted to happen happened (jack getting hurt. killed? however that... works. the specifics really aren't his concern, the outcome is), and he wasn't about to let it happen again for some kind of revenge. ]
Jack, no. No, you can't. [ is what he says, careful to keep his own anger out of his voice, his own discomfort. he has to be-- rational about this, they both do, because this is more confirmation than ever that ceres is dangerous.
at least the cooling temperature helps. and... doesn't, at the same time. his hand outstretches and settles, tentatively, on a cold shoulder. ] I want them to answer for what they did to everyone--to you too, trust me, but we can't. Charging in again like that...
[ the implied "will just get you killed again... again" goes unsaid, his head shaking to get that out of his thoughts. ]
I'm fine. [ this is more certain, after a small breath. honestly: ] But if you get hurt again-- I won't be.
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To go back in time and stop everything before it happens, that's what he fucking needs.
That hand-- usually it would mean so much, getting that comfort, having someone not afraid to touch his body. But he has to go, freeze that building to the ground, make them answer for what they did, for ruining a life like that-- it's not right. Pale fingers close around Hiccup's wrist, intending to get it off his shoulder...
It's the words that make him stop.
And he just stays like that at first, holding his friend's wrist (humans are always so warm), blue eyes wide as doll-North's. When he finally speaks, his smile is hesitant, flattered but at the same time worried. He doesn't want to be the reason for Hiccup (or anyone) not being ok - he also sounds his real age, that mix of elderly, tired and "had seen too much shit already".]
...don't do that. I'm just an old spirit, but you-- you have a LIFE and a FAMILY waiting for you back home, you shouldn't-- this isn't right, you shouldn't know-- [--what death feels like, goes unsaid. Hiccup's wrist is squeezed and yep, there we go, snowing in the room right now. Light, chilly and sad.] ...I'm sorry. I-- I should've protected you. Heck, I shouldn't have let you come.
ugh manpain
not even a hint of a shiver.
in his own way, hiccup's exhausted too--not in the way jack is and probably not to the extent jack is, but seeing people around him get hurt, being unable to do anything... is tiring. even more, having jack blame himself when things happen to him, when his own well-being is his own responsibility and he was the reckless one is--
--that's hypocritical, he knows. he knows what the apology means, why it's being said, but he doesn't need it. ]
You aren't just some-- old spirit that can get hurt for all of us. [ ugh. why does jack always insist on that? not that hiccup doesn't know the answer. he does. ] You knowing what it's like once is more than enough reason that you shouldn't have to go through that again.
[ ah. hiccup reins himself in, his own desperation showing through. he's been careful to just... shove a lot of things away, finding that he couldn't deal with them at the moment with more important things in focus. if he just lets everything go, it won't help. it won't help jack, which is the important thing right now.
like he told jack, he's fine. ]
Just. Look, Jack. There's nothing you need to be sorry about. I thought that was what I-- needed to do. [ a little more subdued, disappointed: ] ... And it's not like I protected you either.
[ what had his father said? a chief protects his own. and yet hiccup couldn't even do that.
as they discuss toothless approaches the two of them, uncertain... but in the end sits down a little bit away, waiting. ]
caught in a bad bromance
The viking gets another squeeze on his wrist - no, Jack hasn't let go yet. Being comfortable with touch isn't easy for him but right now? He is, and he needs it, so those hands are staying where they are, thank you. His expression softens, too, smile a bit less hesitant. Everything sucks, sure, but Hiccup is showering with affection, as screwed up as context makes it, and that's something this loner appreciates a lot.]
...you are the best-est of friends, did you know that?
[Someone cares about him so hard that makes having died again worth it. See him, touch him, please don't let him be alone ever again. How can Ceres do him so good and so bad at the same time? Jack doesn't want to be thankful to them, dammit.]
I've been around for a long, long time. And I-- have been through a lot already. Seen a lot. [Caused a lot too.] And it'll keep coming to me, that's how my kind goes. ...it's not often I have company though. [He tries to sound joking but he isn't very successful.] I'm still learning how to be a friend, but I do know I'm a Guardian. Even if you're a little older than my usual line of work... [Look, a chuckle! Dry and short, but it's something.] ...please don't tell me not to protect you, Hic.
[Because I'll always get hurt for my friends.
There's probably more to say, but Toothless interrupts the moment - when someone this big sits down, it doesn't go unnoticed. Jack looks at him and offers a sad smile, touched by Toothless' patience and offer of space.]
Hey, big guy. Next time your nerd tries to do something stupid, you let me know so I can keep him inside, alright? [It seems "hypocritical" is the word of the day.]
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hiccup's also making some attempt to return that smile, though it's admittedly not that simple. it's... not the most comfortable one he's given jack, for obvious reasons. he's trying. best of friends, huh... to think he'd get so close with jokul frosti.
( at least he doesn't pull away at all, but he wouldn't. ) ]
A little?
[ his own dry, short chuckle. a difference of some 10 years is just a little older? then again, he supposes that is just a small difference to jack. ]
I get it. I'm not going to tell you not to, and I know you wouldn't listen anyway-- [ it's true, he wouldn't, because he's jack. not that that isn't hiccup's habit too. ] --But it goes both ways. I can't sit back and do... nothing. I did enough of that, way back... [ okay, five years is just five years, and not at all way back to mister old gramps. ] ... Before.
[ before when he was fifteen and had very little to keep safe, no way to do so. but, now? he has more than enough things to protect. the means. he's going to make the effort. even if he'd died... he won't hesitate.
earnestly: ]
Don't tell me not to either.
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Yeah, just a little. You still wear your kid on your sleeve.
[He starts fidgeting, nervous while thinking of an answer. Because he doesn't want to disappoint Hiccup with his answers, but he knows promising that would be a lie (don't get hurt for me, I won't allow it). So instead he tilts his head and gives that wrist another squeeze - sorry about the frost.]
Before? Before what? [A frown appears on his dark eyebrows. Part of him is derailing, part of him genuinely wants to know.] Hiccup. Has Ceres gotten you more times?
[Because then he'll get even more angrier. At this rate the snow won't stay light for much longer...]
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and he supposes he can't take that non-answer as anything but a declaration that jack hasn't quite accepted his words. hiccup doesn't expect him to; that jack's even dwelling on them is enough, even if the cold suddenly concentrates, increases on his wrist. still, hiccup doesn't flinch (but he does react. at most, a slight, noticeable exhale).
when jack's response does come, it isn't the agreement that hiccup doesn't think is coming--just a focus on the before, and a question of the spirit's own. hiccup's response is an immediate: ]
No. No, this was the-- [ first, last time? he came close several times, as he was wont to do, but of course he'll. not mention that. whether jack's derailing or not, he figures he is, hiccup's going along with it. ] --Before is before here. Think five, six years.
[ so no need for the temper to burst again, jack. though hiccup still feels a little of his own, pulled taut. he shakes his head. ]
Though that's all... details that don't matter right now. [ what's important is that jack gets that when he gets hurt, it hurts hiccup too. that rather than him just being protected, he wants to help protect jack in turn.
so. derail away, but hiccup puts it back on track when he indulges the curiosity directed at him. ] I mean it, Jack.
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Awww, come on! I wanna hear about little Hic--
[It's not the use of the nickname. Jack is genuinely interrupted by the return of the subject he's been trying to avoid. He finally lets go of Hiccup's wrist and he looks down, fidgeting like crazy. He doesn't want to go against Hiccup's wishes, but he can't promise something he won't do either.
Why are friendships so hard?]
Yeah, well. [He shrugs. Not a big deal, right? Yeah, they're totally fine. Not.] I meant it too. So I guess that makes us even?
[He doesn't know what he's saying anymore, he's just trying to roll with it... and failing, because this isn't sass. This is true feeling talk with an emotionally messed up spirit. That can only end up well, right?]