After Three hundred years no one being able to see you, then suddenly have a whole room gawk at you, Jack decided, was absolutely the most uncomfortable thing he ever experienced. And for being Three hundred and fifteen years old? That's saying something. The innocent stares almost seemed to pierce through him like sharp knives, it was almost painful.
What really hurt though was Aster's look of absolute shock and self-disgust.
Jack shifted at their open stares, unknowing and unfamiliar in what to do in this situation. Then, once again, he saw Aster's apologetic face. It was foreign and strange to see him other then his usual all-knowing self. To see him stripped of his confidence.
What hurt most of all was that he was the source of the cause. "Look, Bunny-"
"Why didn't ya' tell me? Why didn't ya' just tell me the truth?" When Aster said this, it wasn't accusing or angry. He just sounded sad, like he was disappointed in himself. And confused. Genuinely and truly confused. Like when a small child didn't know why their dad wasn't coming home from the war like he promised, like when something horrible happened in the world and they just couldn't quite figure out why.
And Jack hated it. Already he wished that the floor's of Tooth's palace would just swallow him whole. He wanted Aster to get mad, fight! Demand the truth! Fire questions by the dozen. To get in a argument with him!
Jack wanted a punishment. He wanted to get what he felt like he deserved. Did that particular storm save lives? Yes. Did Jack regret it? Over all, no.
But his storm's were not innocent, they were not pure. They were stained in cold, scarlet red. Despite Jack's best efforts, the storm's always took away life. Wither it was the life of the land, the life of the animals, or the life of people. It always took more than it gave. No matter how beautiful the snow was, no matter how much joy and happiness he tried to bring with his playful shenanigans and mischief, it would never be enough to replace the lives taken.
Without warmth, the cold always kills.
That's why he deserved punishment, that's why he didn't deserve Aster's unspoken apology. He... he was a monster. And monsters, always get what they deserved in the end.
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Chosen Spirits
FanfictionThe Guardian became spirits for their own reason to fulfill the needs of the world. And every so often, The man in the Moon will replay their memory's as when they first became spirits in honor of their Guardianship and some deeds that helped lead t...
