Winter Change Chapter 17 (Jack Frost X Reader)What happened next was a little hazy. You were exhausted and half asleep. North had carried you and Jack to Jack's room as soon as you stepped in the door. You fell asleep fast. The last thing you remembered was Jack's hand on top of yours.You woke up late in the morning. The bed was empty next to you. Jack must have woken up earlier.You got out of bed and walked down the hallway into the bathroom. When you looked in the mirror, you noticed you still had your clothes on from yesterday. You slipped them off and stepped into the shower. The water felt nice and clean, like it was rinsing away the events of last night.You stepped out and put on a bathrobe that had been hanging on the back of the door. You gently brushed out your (h/l), (h/c) hair and stepped out of the bathroom. You walked down the hallway to the main area. The lights on the globe were still lit, and the guardians stood in front, watching as it slowly turned.Tooth sighed. "It's so nice to see so many children who still
Colors DefineColors run our world,Choosing to define.The colors of the sky define a day.The colors of food define ripeness.The colors of stars define age.The colors of land define its use.The colors of clouds define the weather.But colors can be a curse as wellBecause they can define a person.The colors of clothes,The colors of hair,The colors of skin.Don’t listen to an inanimate concept.Ignore the distractionsAnd focus on what’s on theInside.
One ExceptionLife.Nothing can escape its beauty,Its warmth,Its promise of redemption.Nothing can look away from its brightness,Its liveliness,Its peacefulness.Nothing can plug its ears from its euphony,Its medley of sounds,Its symphony of calls.Nothing can resist smelling its freshness,Its wonder,How it thrives in the midst of effluence.This is because it’s the last beautiful thing on Earth,Except for you…
The Beauty in FlightNothing left abovemy head butsky and sun.Too much below:land divided,bustling with activity.Nothing in frontexcept another seatand a glimmer of hope.Leaving behind everythingI know and arrivingto the unknown.The feeling is exhilaratingwith just a touch of fear:the feeling of adventure.A river is a thread.Cars and people are ants.Roads and highways are veins.Buildings: merely sprinkles scattered here and there.Boats aren’t in motion.Buildings and peoplethat were oncenumerousare replaced by thecalming brightnessof clouds and sun.