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[flowerly]

character (s) ; jack frost and rapunzel
accounts ; flowerly and feets
rpers ; shari and shari 
rating ; pg OF COURSE

[ Watching him was like watching a story book come to life. All lucid movements, floppy hair, side smiles, bare feet.

It was like a dream. Like a child's dream Rapunzel was excluded from when growing up. She never heard the tales of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny -- she definitely never heard of Jack Frost. So the idea wasn't there, but the emotion sure was, the thought that she got the privilege of knowing what little children yearned to know was actually real. She could understand without the years of dreaming that these fairy tale people were people, people like anyone else. People like her. Guardians.

She was in the midst of the Jack Frost. How can she possibly contain her excitement? ]

You know, I've never actually seen snow. Not once.

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[feets]

-- I'm sorry. What?

[ Sure, he had the icy palms, the magic staff, the flying capabilities. But Rapunzel had that hair.

It struck Jack as odd, at first, that Rapunzel was so captivated by his existence when she was the Rapunzel. You know, a real fairy tale character. Someone with a story ( which, upon discussing he found a few details were lost in translation [ fuck you Brothers Grimm and all that ] ), someone anyone could recognize just from the sheer mass of blond hair she had trailing behind her.

Soon enough, Jack found it was just part of her nature to be totally enthralled by absolutely everything. A butterfly here, a raindrop there. She was adorable, and it was... refreshing. An adult who was still just a child. Priceless. ]

Never seen snow, she said! Man, I'm bad at my job.