❄ (frostfern) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-12-10 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: easter bunnamundi, character: jack frost (dropped), thread: complete |
To me,
Who: Jack n' Easter
What: Snowballs n' Funtimes
Where: Hufflepuff dorms
When: December 6th (backdated), morning AS PER USUAL.
Ratings: None
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Like it had been since he could remember, sleep had not come easy to him when it was suppose to. Taking naps during Defence against the Dark Arts or in between free periods, nuzzled in the nook of a wall away from scolding teachers. It just would have been easier to spend the twilight hours lost in the dream world of slumber like everyone else, but there was a sense of comfort he could not hope to deny against the captivating beauty of the moon when it was not being blocked by passing gray clouds. It was his problem most of the time, he could not tear his attention from it, and using it as a means to express what he could express to a living person in front of him about life in a general.
Most times, his inward conversations would carry into the wee hours of the morning - often giving way to the rise of the sun over the trees. As such was the case today. While the rest of his doormats slept through their weekend mornings, taking the opportunity to take advantage to sleep in, Jack was perched on his window sill with his finger pressed against the pane of glass now glazed over with a thin layer of frost. Carefully, he let his own magic sprout from his finger tip from the inside, creating his own unique design in rival to the natural one outside.
When finished, he turned to the the occupied beds with those still very much enjoying their dreams, including a familiar mound of blankets only a few strides away. His crystal blue eyes turned to the hands of the clock, where it struck 9:30am and shifted to move. Indeed, he had quite the talent for waking his good ol' pal abruptly and without warning, just so that they could have a little fun game of cat and mouse. But he couldn't help! He was leaving himself wide open all the time! So, in this justification, Jack silently made his way to Easters' bedside and looked over the mountain of blankets before he began the climb.
One bare foot sank into the comfortable mattress on one side of his massive body, and lifted his other foot to plant on the other side in a hovering straddle over him. His hands placed on his knees to lean over for a better view of how this was going to go down. It was almost 10am! The day was half gone, and it was the weekend....AND IT WAS SNOWING. Finding an in, Jack curled his pointer and index fingers in to his palm, but parting his knuckles to wedge Easters nose between them. Applying a bit of pressure to stop the air flow, it would soon bring his friend back to the land of the living, he was sure...
Easter was in the land of the dreamtime. Walking with his grandfather along the ridge of the sacred Uluru. When they reached the summit they could see all of the Outback spread below them. His grandfather was speaking to him in the old language. The one he knew as a child before the family moved to California. He knew the language in his heart, it was his language. Grandfather was telling him the story of the Rainbow Serpent and how he was part of creating the world, when the old man stopped. Switching to English, his grandfather said, "Your friend is trying to wake you up."
"Jack," he groaned. Easter knew without being awake that his friend was up to something.
"It's alright. You'll sleep again and we'll see each other tonight. It's getting late where you are." His grandfather said, sitting down on the ground. "He doesn't get the dreamtime. Poor fella. Jack is so tired and lonely. One day you'll have to help him."
"Help Jack? That little sod. I don't know how to help him," he growled.
"You will when the time is right. You know this. You've always known it. That's why you're his friend. You're the Spring to his Winter," he laughed. "Don't be too hard on him. He is a sneaky little fella."
Then suddenly Easter couldn't breathe, and the dreaming dissolved around him. After a moment, he woke gasping for air, "Jack, you wanker!. Get off me!" He growled nasally. He wanted to push the smaller boy off him,but where he was standing, Jack's feet pinned Easter's arms beneath the blankets.
His sweet grin only grew wider at the short struggle from la la land to reality with the use of that familiar nick name Easter had so graciously given to him over the years. It didn't matter how many times he'd ask the paintings which way that 'wanker' went, they always seemed to know exactly of whom the Australian boy was speaking of. Though, it may have been properly given away by the hysterical laughing that echoed off the stone walls of the castle.
This time, it had been no different, unable to suppress that snicker before he let go of Easter's nose to allow him to breath again. Still hovering just above until he let his bottom sink to sit on the mound below him. "Nope. It's almost 10am, it was in my civic duty to wake you up. It could have been much, much earlier but I let you sleep. You looked so peaceful and such, but I was saving you from a waisted day. Look," pointing tot he window where the light flurries were gracefully floating past the window pane. "...it's snowing!"
Jack leaned forward, placing his elbows where he figured East's chest would have been under the thick comforter with a coy smile. "You said my name in your sleep. Were you dreaming about me?" though, all jokes aside the moment his name had left his friends lips he knew it was something he was going to have to ask sooner or later. He'd never heard him say it before, so maybe he was having a nightmare of some kind. Maybe Jack did save him from himself!? Shrugging, though, the smaller of the two boys rolled to the side of the larger until he was on his back, looking up at the ceiling above Easter's bed.
"What were you dreaming about?" the question was more curious than anything, Jack felt he never had dreams. Sleep, when he did have it was just a place his mind had conjured to separate from the reality of that unexplainable blank space he felt no interest in exploring deeper understanding as to why. He'd often would hear laughing, though. That was for certain. The happy giggle of a little girl that even the haze of his dreams could not hope to contain hidden away. Who that laugh belonged to? That was the true mystery, but he knew that it was probably the fueling source in attempt to fill that subconscious void with the laughter of others around him.
Easter finally got and arm free and reached up to rub his nose. He glanced out of the window. "It's been snowing off and on for days. You want me up, get off me so I can get up." He struggled from beneath Jack and sat up as his friend rolled over on his back. "Yeah I was dreaming about you. Having a nightmare." It was half grumpily said, the other half was a little sadness for his friend. For Easter's people, dreaming was important. You walked out of your body and traveled to far away and sometimes the spirits told you things in your sleep. Easter's granddad visited him frequently in dreams. The old shaman taught him all the things he would need to know to follow in his footsteps.
"Actually, my granddad was visiting me. We went walking on Uluru," he said sliding out of bed. Not liking the cold, Easter slept fully clothed. Well, nearly, he didn't wear his shoes to bed. But he had on sweat pants, socks, t-shirt and hoodie. "Gotta pee, I'm going to the loo." he said, not wanting Jack to follow him in there. He got clean clothes and went to the dorm's bathroom.
"Oh come on!" he flopped both his arms outward, uncaring that one of them landed playfully on Easter in the process. "I'm not that bad, am I?" that adorable smile, of course, spread from ear to ear reaching his eyes. He knew he wasn't nightmare material, perhaps just a little tiny bit mischievous but never scary he thought! He turned his lips to the side in thought as Easter explained his strange dream walking tendencies again, he'd been told before of the special trait that flowed with the linage of his people had allowed him to see things no one else could. To experience a state of dreaming that Jack would never hope understand, nor know the full appreciation of it. He inwardly envied Easter for something as simple as walking through a place in the subconscious was familiar faces from his bloodlines to guide him. The closest thing to family Jack had was...well, Easter, Bunnymun, the Man in the Moon and ol' lady Flume, which he was sure she was bound to kick the bucket any day now.
Jack turned slowly back to his gaze straight ahead when East slipped from under the covers fully clothed in his night snowsuit of layers to protect him from any form of cold air. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight, turning to his own nightwear that consisted of half of that. Boxer shorts and a plain t-shirt, really he should have been freezing given the lack of meat on his bones as well but it was in his oddly unexplainable affliction that he could not even give his closest friend an coherent explanation for, because he did not have one for himself. "I hope you told him I said hi."
His eyes followed as the tall teenager left him snuggled against the fluffy comforter while he gathered his things to change for the day. Jack lay for a few moments longer reflecting a little more on his envy before he finally shook his head of such nonsensical thoughts and peeled himself from the blankets to do the same. Digging around under his bed, he found his lucky blue hoodie, lifting it to his nose to smell for any kind of odor that would indicate that he probably shouldn't have been wearing it. But he shrugged, figuring it was just fine before he tugged it over his head, he'd make sure the house elves get it next round of laundry. Following, he fished around in his trunk for a clean pair of fitted jeans and snowflake boxer briefs to replace the boxers he now wore. In two shakes, he was fully clothed before Easter had returned so he retook his place perched on the window sill waiting for his friend to return.
Easter returned from the bathroom and put his armload of nightclothes in the laundry chute for the house elves to clean. "I told him. Granddad wants to meet you sometime." Jack was flopped back on his bed fully clothed. While in the loo, he had run a comb through his unruly hair and brushed his teeth. "Dunno where he is these days though. Last postcard I got from him was from some little town in Oregon. I think he's shaking up there with some artist lady." He flopped back down next to his friend and folded his long arms behind his head. "So what's on the agenda? You gotta work today?"
Jack lulled his head, following Easter's movement from one place to the next while hanging on to every word of his recent dream walking with ol' man Bunnamundi. He'd never met him in person, only heard stories in passing from his pal from time to time when he awoke him from their travels together. It was quite the talent his friend possessed, one that Jack wish he could have indulged and enjoy as much as anyone who wished to fall into the deepest bliss of slumber. Granted, it was not as though Jack had never slept. He did, he was just not very good at it and with the slightest sounds, or rabbit foot to the face, he was drawn from his state of limbo. "He's living the life, man. If it weren't for the darn Hogwarts owls pestering me, I would be in his shoes. Wandering the world as a pleased. Now that sounds like the dream," he answered, turning his attention back to the ceiling where Easter had taken his place at his side, sinking a little with the returned weight of his massive friend.
Mimicking, Jack lifted his hands to rest behind his head taking a few calm moments to think about the offer. He wasn't entirely sure when or where he would meet the ol' timer when he was living off the land, in the sticks somewhere with a crazy bat guarding him. "Is he coming to get you for the Holidays this year?" he asked, his platinum brow cocked in mild curiosity. Jack would, once again, be spending Christmas working and staying in the small cubby of an apartment above it with his faithful Arctic Hare. It was the same every year, and since no one questioned it, he did not feel the need to inform them.
"Not today. But I'm sure she will be sending me a Howler soon to remind me when I'm in, now that the curfew is lifted. I wanted to hang out today, there is a massive hill on the West side of the castle that looks like the perfect death trap for sledding. So, obviously I want to do that. But, lets try and survive. Later I'm meeting Mariko....I mean...meeting someone..." SNOWFLAKES. Keeping this a secret was going to be harder than he thought. But this was East. East was one of few he could confide in, right!? OF COURSE.
"Grandad thinks it's the way to go. He's still around whenever anyone needs him though." Grandad B could travel through the Dreamtime with ease. Faster than flue powder. "Nah. I told him I'd stay here with you this Christmas, so he can spend more time with the girlfriend." Easter grinned. "Mum and Dad are visiting his folks in New Hampshire." He gave a shiver. "I hear it's colder there than it is here. They're getting ice instead of snow." Easter didn't like either, but at least if you fell in the snow it didn't hurt all that bad on ice you could seriously hurt something. "So I can stay here or I can stay with you at your place."
"We could do some sledding," he didn't like the sound of it being a death trap, but as long as he was fully clothed and warm, he didn't mind being out in the snow."You're meeting Mariko?"
Easter's eyebrows shot up. "As in dating Mariko? How long has this been going on?"
Quiet. It was a rare moment indeed where Jackson Overland fell silent to Easters' casual offer to stay with him through the Christmas holidays. He really should not have been surprised, Easter had a huge heart to begin with, but it was simple fact that because he was so selfless - he did not realise the impact he had over anyone whom had the pleasure of getting to know him. It spoke in volumes with the ping twisting in his chest at the thoughtfulness. It would be the first time in six years he'd spent with anyone on Christmas, while others were enjoying time with their families, Jack often took strolls along the snow blanketed town of Hogsmeade where he spent his summer days and holidays during the year. Or sitting by the window with Bunnymund and watching a self conjured snow flurry just outside his window. He didn't mind it really, and it wasn't as though he didn't have company. Well, company he could have an actual conversation with would have been nice. A slow smile tugged the corner of his lips. Thank you. But before the words escaped, his attention was diverted.
A casting a sifted glance to the side, cursing himself inwardly at his loose tongue but again, this was Easter and he trusted him and vice verse, despite the endless mischief Jack was always finding himself in. "Since Halloween," he finally answered. Well, it wasn't exactly a date on Halloween, it was more their first encounter where he had learned a few interesting tid bits about the Slytherin princess that she had felt compelled to confide in him other than any other close friend that had been closer at her side. It was a weird sort of start to any kind of relationship, but the more they had spent time together, the more he realised with a great person she was under all those layers she was using to cover the real her up with.
"I know what you're thinking, pal...but she's different than how others see her. When she's with me, she's sweet, her laugh is amazing and so is her smile. I know that what she wrote about me was not what she really wants, and I believe that she's just under so much pressure that it's hard for her to balance everything. Besides, she did apologise to me...sorta," he shifted to move from his comfortable spot on the bed and reached for his yellow and black Hufflepuff scarf. "We kind of went skating the other night. I think she wants to be with me too, but because I am who I am, she's gotta ease me into her crazy strict life...I guess. So this is just between us," he followed.
Reaching for the matching mittens to go with the scarf now wrapped around his neck a few times, he paused at the small hand painted tea cup and saucer set on his night stand, close by. "She gave me this, you know. I haven't gotten a gift before and she gave this to me for saving her from getting detention. I ended up getting it, but at least she was able to get away..." letting his shoulders fall relaxed at the recollection of the night at in the Astronomy tower together and how he had, basically taken a bullet for her.