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 it runs in our blood, audra/amanda
jaxon argus frost
 Posted: Dec 13 2017, 12:36 AM

Yeah, I love being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal..

  Jack Frost
  Rise of the Guardians
  300+ years old
  Single Snowflake
  Max (She/Her)


audra holly pace I hope this is okay Amanda, let me know if you want me to change anything <3
Blue hoddie pulled up over his stark white hair, Jax began his morning exercise routine – smiling as he started at a brisk walking pace, breathing in the frigid air. He quickly worked his way up to a jog and in no time at all, his feet were more or less flying over the sidewalk. He felt the best in winter, the most alive. This was a sharp contrast compared to summer, where the life seemed to drain from him and his powers – but working at Planet Ice and furthering his HNL career seemed to provide him with enough access to cold environments to stave off the worst of his exhaustion. He practically lived at work during those months.

Keeping in shape, was of course important. There was much more to his sport than simply knowing how to skate well. He tried not to let those worries, or any others, sink through the defenses in his head this early in the morning. All it took was one or two bad thoughts to create a spiral and in no time at all, everything would be ruined and he’d be secretly sour for the rest of the day. Smiling and laughing on the outside, but thoroughly dead within, caught up on all the horrible things that had happened in the past. He liked to tell himself he was over it, and in some ways he was but Jax knew, he could change his name, he could pretend he fit in and hide behind a veil of fun, but there would always be something inherently wrong about it all.

There’d always be the haunting image of the Guardian’s disappointed faces as he left them, there’d always be the lights on the map of the world, going out one by one – and him, invisible and not believed in. He shook his head as he ran, as if that would shake the black hole free from his head. Jax frowned and upped his pace, sprinting as fast as his legs would take him, just short of summoning the wind to make him fly. His lungs burned and muscles protested but he kept going, and going, until he reached the park – then ran some more, until everything gave out and he came to a stop. Jax bent over, placing his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Eventually, he stood and began giggling softly. That was fun..

It was rare to see anyone in the park so early, before most sane people were awake. It didn’t take him long to notice he wasn’t alone for this reason, though they were still quite a way off something unusual caught his attention. A distinct spark of magic was in the air. It called to him and felt familiar, almost like home yet not – like travelling to a city covered in snow – different but the same each time. With furrowed brows he followed it, sticking his hands in his pockets as he went and funnily enough it took him to the person, the only other one around.

At first, he wasn’t sure what to say. Hello, you feel magical, came to mind but he quickly squashed that thought. Jaxon come on, he chided himself. With a quick look around, to double check the coast was clear, he summoned a small wind to pick up his feet and swiftly glided to her side, in case she felt like running away.

“Hi!” He chirped and leaned against a nearby tree, flashing his freshly fallen snow smile. “I thought I was the only one crazy enough to be up this early.” He added, pushing off the tree and rocking on the balls of his feet onto his tip-toes before planting his heels on the ground once more. He slipped his hood off with a swift movement, offering another grin. Whatever he could feel, it was without a doubt, the girl before him. Jax was curious, to say the least, he’d never met anyone else like him before.

audra holly pace
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 12:59 PM

Don't be scared of avalanches tucked up in my snowy branches.

  winter sprite
  fantasia 2000
  24 years old
  Technically Single™
  amanda (SHE/HER)
 134 POSTS


blue lips, blue veins
blue, the color of our planet from far, far away

San Francisco was still as cool as a spring day, even in the dead of winter, but it was enough for the Sprite to actually leave her apartment without the fear of overheating. It would never be the chilly winter mornings that she missed, but it was as close as she would get. She relished that, as well as a certain silence that swept the city in the way that only early mornings could. The chirp of the earliest birds stirred her that morning from her light sleep. Through the windows of her bedroom she'd left open, she could hear their happy chittering and hardly anything else. Peace. Quiet.

The Sprite was wide awake in an instant. She hardly slept when her season came, along with the shortest day of the year dawned after the longest night. Winter was her element, and it was when she felt most attuned to her surroundings. The rest of the world might have been preparing to hibernate, but the Sprite could not. She didn't want to. Audra had spent three quarters of the year in a drowsy haze, she wouldn't just sleep away her days when there was so much to be done.

Except there wasn't anything for her to do.

Here in the city that towered around her, the Sprite was relieved of her duties. She and her sisters didn't usher in the seasons as they had back home. There was no need for them to make flowers bloom or fruit ripen on the vine. Most of all, there was no need for Audra's specialty. The bay city was perennially temperate, pleasant. A single winter storm would knock it far out of balance, and that was not something she dared risk. Even if she did long to see snow, to conjure up flurries and make the wind dance to her whims, she knew she could not.

She felt she needed to do something, however, and that was her thought when she left her apartment this morning. She made trips across the portal regularly, shedding any excess energy as she felt necessary to keep her calm and level-headed. Here, she had to remain cool and collected, not daring to step out of line if there might be strangers present. One slip up, one misstep could reveal her to the strange world she now found herself in. The world that she longed to disappear in, to blend into, to not disturb. But her power, that deep-seeded magic that was as much a part of her as it was of the earth, tugged at her nerves and begged her to shed the mask of the quiet, unaffected woman that she so often wore.

And so she'd taken a trip to the park. San Francisco's recreational areas were a modern marvel, and if she had to reside anywhere but her home world, at least she had these pockets of greenery to escape to when she wanted. They were not quite the rolling expanses of wilderness and nature she was used to, but they were the closest thing she could find within reach. They would do just as well when she needed to stretch her legs and enjoy the time she had before her energy was drained by spring's inevitable approach. Her energy - and the power that beckoned to her - asked to be let out.

Truth be told, she was curious. She wondered not so much at the extent of her power but at the control she had. The Sprite prided herself on her subtleties - the discipline and expertise of the being that had brought winter to her world for millennia. The more she pondered it, the more it tormented her not to find out. It wasn't enough to just get out, to breathe in the brisk bay air and call herself content. She found herself wandering off the path, nearest the hardiest plant life she saw; dogwood shrubs that formed a neatly manicured hedge around the now-empty flowerbeds. She paused, looking over her shoulder to ensure that she was the only one around, and then she began.

With a gentle brush of her hand, she grazed its leaves one by one. The palest sheen of white painted each a dusty green, emanating from the place she'd touched with the tips of her fingers. Crystalline frost spread over each leaf and then paused. She smiled to herself, knowingly. It would not be strong enough to cripple the plant altogether. She stepped toward several other hedges, leaving a faint trail of ice in her wake as she brushed past each. From the dogwood she moved onto some less sturdy shrubs, testing herself. She bent at the waist to observe the effect of her careful touch on a bright green camellia, whose blossoms from autumn still lingered. She pressed the slightest touch of her fingertip to a bloom already past its prime, and that was when a sound she was not expecting to hear met her ears - a voice.

There was no doubt she was surprised, and the alarm was plain on her face, however momentarily. Every time she was caught off guard, Audra kicked herself inside. She shouldn't blame herself, really, for lacking the extraordinary sensory talents that she possessed on the other side. At home, she could see further than the keen-eyed goshawk, hear sharper than the arctic hair. Here she was not the spirit made of ice and snow that she was across the portal. She was not the great being she was - she was just a small human woman.

A woman with a secret to keep. She stiffened, rising from the flowers she'd just been studying to look at the owner of the voice that had interrupted her little exercise. A young man stood before her, blue and white in stark contrast from the grey city around him and the green that still hung on in the trees, thanks to the California climate. She blinked at him, his words registering. She spoke in order to bring attention to herself - and away from the shrubs she'd torn her own eyes from. "You could say I'm a morning person." Her voice was quiet, cautious, unlike his chipper greeting. She didn't offer the same 'hi' or even a 'hello' before she further pressed the subject away from her or what she'd been doing a moment before. "Out for a jog?"

Audra didn't need to look at it to know that the frost she'd left behind was still lingering... it would melt by the time anyone else in the city awoke but for her and this strange man, it was glistening in the morning light. Were she not so worried about keeping said secret, she might have questioned the way he had snuck up on her so quickly and so quietly, but that had to wait. Her brown eyes, expectant, curious, but also careful, found the stranger's icy blue ones.

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