❄ (frostfern) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-11-10 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: easter bunnamundi, character: jack frost (dropped), thread: complete |
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
Who: Frost & Bunny~
What: Good moring, Vietnam!
Where: Hufflepuff dorms
When: Nov 10th, ass o' clock in the morning when everyone else is sleeping~
Rating: Shenanigans
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Why did the Sandman insist on depriving him of dreams at all hours of the mornings before sunrise, didn't he know he was practically forcing Jack's hand into orchestrating things he really shouldn't have been. As always, he could always count on E to entertain such early morning antics, even if he wasn't really expecting it. But hey, those were the best kind of wake up calls, right!? Well, if you weren't on the receiving end of it, but those were consequences he would have to deal with later when he was surely going to be darting for his very life. Bunny had dandy long legs after all, and his stride had been that of two for Jack often questioning if he had Giant in his genes. Damn him and his tall, dark and hands-- whatever, task at hand. FOCUS.
In retrospect, Jack probably should have prepared for the outcome a bit better than what he had. With Bunnymund, incidentally named after his slumbering pal, draped over the curve of his shoulder and clinging to the fabric of his white t-shirt he had worn to bed last night, his snowflake pattern bed shorts had been ideally comfortable if it weren't for his restless nature in the evenings. But at least he had gotten a few hours, feeling rather refreshed and mischievous and such. The dorms relatively quiet save for the heavy breathing snoring and the toss and turning shifting under heavy blankets from neighbouring occupants. It was time for Jack and Bunnymund to go into stealth-ish mode and carry out the orders he had given..well, himself.
With bright blue eyes peering over the edge of E's bed, the tall ears of the Arctic hare on his shoulder flicking back and forth, keeping a sharp ear out for anything that may disrupt their playful plans. Carefully, and vawy vawy quietly Jack was able to gently ease the mammoth palm of his unsuspecting friend to face upward without a hitch. He couldn't help but suppress the snicker before he silently reached for the birch wand, made of entwined branches from the back pocket of his shorts. It was truly a unique and unexplainable trait, for the moment Jackson's fingers touched the wood, a layer of frost covered it in a thin crystallized sheen from handle to tip.
"Gustur," the faint whisper conjured a small indoor flurry, specifically controlled over the cradling open palm until a pile of white fluffy snow had formed a hand sized pyramid. Once that was out of the way, Jack placed his wand back where he had gotten it, where the frost faded instantly with his absents and reached for the second item on this mornings menu. "The suns comin up, buddy..." he mouthed with a goofy grin, holding the owl feather he had snagged from the last message he had gotten from Mariko the night before. She didn't know it right off, but it was technically an accomplice. Reaching over in silence, Jack gently grazed the feather over Easters face nearly dying inside for a chance to see this fantastical wake up call.