You guys are so prettyyyy *throws glitter*
It's thanksgiving break, what is sanity?
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Bare feet thumped against the stone path, already bleeding due to glass shards littered all around. Cupid's breath was visible as she ran, a trail of icy mist trailing behind her. The stone faded into a forest floor, covered by snow and frozen leaves. She sprinted faster and faster until she came upon a grand structure constructed of twisted branches and vines, woven to form a giant castle. The girl hurried through the front gates and down an assortment of hallways, stopping to catch her breath before walking swiftly into a large ball room. In the center, was a young woman, skin dark as the bark on the trees, and long shining black hair equivalent to the midnight sky. She sat cross-legged and eyes closed, face tilted towards the open ceiling.
"Terra!" Cupid called, panic obviously showing through her voice.
The womans eyes shot open, revealing crystal blue irises that shimmered like a running stream. Her soft motherly lips lifted into a smile. "Ah, Venus. How are you? You're back so soon." she held up a hand, "Cupid. Sorry, I know you hate that."
"Terra, Chronos knows. He took back the watch."
A flash of fear hinted at Terra's features, but it was soon masked by a reassuring smile. "He can't do anything about it, dear. It's a fixed point in time now. We locked it, remember?"
"Yes, but.." Cupid bit her lip, "What were we thinking? Even if they do end up meeting again by that slim chance, and even if we do find a way for Hiccup to remember, he's going to grow old, forget Jack, and move on." Tears were beginning to drip down her chin.
Mother Earth wiped them away and tugged on the younger girl's sleeve in a gesture telling her to sit. Cupid obeyed. "Now, now. Don't fret. I've thought this over. I'm glad you brought it up." She brushed back a hair from her face and blew out. "The only problem is, for it to work, we need to find a way to get Chronos agreeing with us this time."
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'There.' Seb thought, tossing the last empty box to the side. 'Moving twice in one week. Thank Thor I didn't unload too much into Steph's house.' He got up off of the bed, only to have something next to him fall to the floor. He groaned and leaned to pick it up, finding the object to be something he had completely forgotten about. An old story book. He plopped down on the bed again, running his fingers over the cover. 'Jokul Frosti.' Seb's favorite bedtime story his mom used to read too him. It was about a mischievous ice spirit, in old norse legend. He knew the story word for word, and had always blamed the harsh weather of the town on the dreadful sprite. He chuckled and shook his head, placing the hardcover next to many others on the shelf Penda had loaned him for all of his books. Maybe a little part of him still wanted to believe. Maybe it was just him missing his mother. Seb shrugged, changed into his pajamas, lay down, and turned off the lamp by his bedside. A dream creeped into his previously peaceful mind later that night..
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Seb was on an old raggedy couch, curled up into a ball next to someone while a small girl played with crudely stitched dolls made of cloth and hay. She looked up at whoever Seb was leaning into. The boy had shaggy brown hair, and golden-brown eyes that made Seb's breath hitch. The kid was gorgeous. And the guy's arm was around his waist.
"Jacksonnn.." The girl whined, tossing down the dolls dramatically. "You promised you would teach me to ice skate today!"
"Oh, did I?" The boy, 'Jackson,' bent down to pinch her nose with his thumb and forefinger, making her giggle.
