dieosterhase:

If her muzzle wasn’t covered in fur, Jack would’ve been able to see her flushed face.

She scratched her forehead, turning her gaze away:

«Shaddup, Frostbite.» She said, gritting her teeth: «Yeah, Ah’ shaped these. Ah’ wanted ta be nice and ya make fun of me. What a fine friend you are!»

All she could hear after that was an awkward silence.
She looked around, sighing, before breaking it:

«Are we gonna stay here all day?! Let’s do sumthin’. Like… wanna race me again? Yer gonna lose as usual!»

“Well, you started it,” Jack said, holding his hands up in defense. What he said was merely a comeback, after the mean joke and all. “But alright, alright. That was kinda nice of you. And those snowflakes were sure good.” He shut up for a while, not really knowing what to say at this point.

It was then Ester challenged him to a race, to which he nodded without hesitation. He could use the fun.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, before jumping off the ground and flying off, as fast as he could. Jack could ride the wind, and he was a free runner, so agility was in his nature. He looked back at Ester and called out. “Catch up, Furry!”

dieosterhase:

«Truth can be painful~» She stuck out her tongue as much as her buck teeth permitted it, letting him pick as many chocolate snowflakes as he wanted.

«Anythin’s possible as long as ya believe in it. Uncle North always says that.»

Ester pouted when Jack questioned her culinary skills, withdrawing the leather bag and securing it back to her belt.

«Ah’ can hear ya.» She replied, glaring the Winter spirit: «And even though dad made this chocolate, who d’ya think gave it a snowflake shape? Certainly not him, so bloody obsessed by eggs. Tsk.»

“Doesn’t mean you get to be an ass about it,” he said, lightly poking Ester’s head with his staff. He grabbed more of the chocolate snowflakes and slowed down a little with his chewing.

After swallowing, he opened his mouth to talk. "I know. I hear it from the ol’ man like, a hundred times a day, and it’s beginning to sound weird.“

When Ester took away the snowflakes, a slight frown spread on the winter spirit’s face, but this slowly faded away. He had had his fill, anyway. "So it was you who shaped these, then?” he asked, tilting his head. “Damn, Ester, I had no idea you were so in love with me.” He let out a hearty laugh.

dieosterhase:

«That’d be a hard nut to crack, really.» Answered Ester, huffing: «He’s not gonna race me anymore ‘cuz Ah’m way too fast and, let’s face it, he’s gettin’ old. Unless druggin’ him, and ya know what happened last time Ah’ tried, Ah’ suppose that waitin’ for him ta spontaneously fall asleep is da best thing ta do.»

She shrugged.

«Walkin’ on water? How fun.» She said, sarcastic: «At least it sounds betta’ than fallin’ into it.» She remarked, smirking. She knew Jack didn’t like that kind of jokes, but she couldn’t help it; she was quite a sadistic one.

«Chocolate eggs? Ah’ve sumthin’ betta’.» She replied, reaching for her belt to pick up a little leather bag.
She opened it, showing its contents to Jack:

«Wouldn’t ya rather have white chocolate snowflakes?» She said, picking a chocolate from the bag: «Everyone of ‘em has its own shape. Ah’ stole some of da chocolate from dad’s lab. Ah’ think he didn’t notice. Whatcha waitin’ for? Try some!»

Jack rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just try not to take too long, or I’ll probably have to kidnap you,” he said, crossing his arms. “I do know where you live, you know.” And Jack did have a snow globe that could transport to Warren, which he had ‘borrowed’ from North’s office.

He narrowed his eyes upon the mean joke. “Rude,” he sneered, shaking his head. The joke had hit him pretty hard. But at the mention of something better than chocolate eggs, his expression turned into interest, as if Ester hadn’t said anything about falling, ever.

“I didn’t know that was possible,” he said, taking a piece from the bag she held out. He took time to look at it first, observe it, before taking a bite. “Tastes as good as it looks.” He bit down once more. “This is actually pretty great.”

He took another bite, and another, and another, before eating the whole thing. "If only you had your Pop’s culinary skills,“ he got out, his voice a muffled sound, the words barely audible.

dieosterhase:

«Hey, Jack! G’day!» She said, hopping towards the eternal teenager to greet him: «Sorry fer bein’ late. Took a lil’ longah ta da ol’ man ta fall asleep today.» She added, halting in front of the lake where Jack was standing before meeting her.

She once fell into one of the streams in the Warren, and from that moment she started to dislike the water, so she preferred not to get too close to it.

Not that it was a bad thing, though; she didn’t need to take a bath since she used to groom herself.

«What were ya doin’? Ah’ve been paintin’ googs until some minutes ago. Bloody borin’, Ah’ say.» She stretched, sitting down to scratch her right cheek with her paw.

Jack chuckled. “Oh, that Bunny. Maybe next time you ought to knock him out yourself,” he kid, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He and Ester’s father were friends, but after all these years, they still tried to get back at each other with little tricks and pranks. There were no hard feelings, though.

“I was uh, walking on water, I suppose.” It sounded weird, but that was what he was doing. "Not as boring as floating around doing nothing.“ He shrugged, fiddling with his staff. He knew painting Easter eggs wasn’t the funnest activity in the world, but it was better than being idle.

"I sure hope you brought me some chocolate eggs.”

dieosterhase:

She should’ve been in the Warren, sitting near the dye stream with a bunch of white eggs around, a paintbrush in her paw, painting endless patterns on their shell under her father’s supervision.

She used to like that when she was a little one, but now things started to get boring.
Moreover, these damn eggs were able to paint themselves, so what was the point to waste precious time with them?

The Easter Bunny seemed to enjoy painting them, even though he had the bad habit to spend hours and hours on them without getting proper rest, so he usually ended up falling asleep in the middle of painting.

Ester took advantage of that to sneak off and do something else instead; Bunnymund would’ve been sleeping for three to four hours at least, so he wouldn’t notice anything.

She ran out the Warren, tapping her foot on the ground three times to open a tunnel as her father taught her; she still wasn’t very good at it, so tunnels used to open anywhere but under her foot. Indeed, she had to turn around to find the tunnel that would’ve brought her to Burgess.

«Strewth!» She said, hopping to the hole in the ground before jumping in it.
As she got out of the tunnel, she shivered: temperature dropped as she realized she was surronded by snow; Jack wasn’t that far.

«Jack? Jack, ya here?»

Drifting around in the cool, crisp, autumn air, Jack let out a sigh - one that was unamused and bored. There was only another month or so until winter, but it has almost felt like forever to the winter spirit. Although he would admit that he was never really known for his patience.

He decided to return to the lake, the place he usually hung out in. The place where he died to save his sister Emma. He liked the place because while it should make him sad and depressed after everything that had happened there, the lake gave him peace and comfort instead. Like the lake was his sister herself. Or at least it felt that way.

After a while, he got to the area and landed near the shore, dipping his feet into the water. It was warm, and it almost made him shudder. Warm wasn’t really his thing, being the winter spirit and all. It wasn’t long until the water near his feet began to freeze and soon, Jack was standing on ice.

“So. Incredibly. Bored,” he said monotonously, taking a step into the water after each word. He did this until he reached quite a distance, creating a path of ice from the shore to the middle of the lake. For a moment, he stood there, like he wasn’t quite himself, while he thought of something to do.

It was when a friend of his’ rose from a hole in the ground, several feet away. “Over here, Ester!” he called out, while floating off the ice and towards her so they would meet. “What took you so long? I’ve been here for ages.” He rolled his eyes, and landed in front of her.

“And when I say ‘ages’, I actually mean five minutes.”