dieosterhase:

❀ - Ester gritted her teeth before letting the best of her swearing dictionary out of her lips.

That was probably one of the worst thing she could’ve learned from her father; when upset, he wouldn’t mind to care about his pottymouth.

Then, she sighed, nodding:

«Yeah, I’ll calm the fuck down. But…» She looked around, lowering her voice: «He’ll skin us alive, y’know. I ain’t supposed ta be here with ya, if he finds out Ah’ got outta the Warren…» She repeated, pricking up her ears to catch any danger.

She feared her dad; he has never been aggressive - apart from some spanking when it came to very bad troubles - but he was terrifying when angry.

Jack shook his head. He knew Bunnymund to be a lot of things, but he was never that violent. He and Jack exchanged some banters - well, banters with an awful lot of swearing, that is - and maybe some punches as well, but Bunnymund never really hurt Jack with the intention of scarring him for life. They were actually friends.

“He wouldn’t,” he said, clearing his throat. “He owes me.”

He rubbed his hands together, preparing to freeze Ester’s wound. He then hovered his palms over the wound, applying ice on it to stop the bleeding, or at least put it to a pause.

“And if he does get mad and all aggressive, I won’t let him lay a hand on us. Promise.”