Jack Frost (
wintershepherd) wrote2015-06-12 08:52 pm
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hey! you've reached Jack Frost!
"I'm away from a console right now, but leave me a message and
I'll return it as soon as I can! Prank callers will be snowballed-- kidding!"
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[But no, this was good. He was still thinking of others, but he very much wasn't avoiding her attention, either. Her expression softened, and to her faint surprise, she realized she had to resist the urge to kiss his cheek for being such a wonderful person as always.]
Who wouldn't want your company? You are the coolest kid on the block, you know.
And speaking of...want to head into the living room? We can sit on the couch, and you can read to me.
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[ While Jack had never gotten the same sort of connection with this Tony, some things were constants. He headed into the living room and waited, though there was still a little more distance to his posture than normal. ]
It's not written in... you know, paragraphs or anything.
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As long as it's not written in Russian, I think I'll be fine.
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There were notes of her residence at FI-1B, and dates of arrival and departure... but there were also quotes, a little swatch of colours (red, yellow, blue, white). It was more like a scrapbook than a logbook, Jack's halfway decent sketch of the Super symbol she had worn. There were quotes of things she'd said to him ("You'll just have to trust me. My father was a devoted scientist. It was a miracle we ever got him away from the lab.") and things that had stuck in Jack's mind. ]
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I never realized you two were so well acquainted. [She shifted slightly in her seat to get a better vantage point of the shared page. Along the way, her arms lightly brushed against Jack's, but with the pendant secured on her neck, she barely felt it.] If I'd've known, we could have hung out more together.
She and I used to go on girldates all the time. It was fun.
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[ He hedges slightly, looking at the page. ]
We were friends, I wouldn't call us close.
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[Give or take.]
[...it was one of the reasons why all these disappearances were hitting him so hard, she figured. He had so many more faces to lose.]
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[ He turned the page to Finnick's entry, running his hands over the sketches of the first lures they'd made together, unfolded the small certificate that showed them joint owners of the fishing shop. ]
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[For once, she had no comments to make. It wasn't her place right then. Sure, she had helped Jack out at the shop once or twice...but this memory was all his. He could choose to say something, or remain quiet until he turned to the next name.]
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I haven't decided if doing this makes sense or not.
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[Her eyes flickered over the page for a moment before recognition set in.]
...I remember her. We danced together at one of the first formal balls I went to here. She was...sweet.
[Translation: they may have play flirted a little]
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[ He doesn't know if it helps him at all, the weight of doing it is heavy. But now that he's started, it feels wrong to stop. ]
Yeah, she was.
You want to look through the rest of the book?
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Sure.
Only if you want to, of course, but...I kind of like this.
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That's the sandwiches, I'll go get them.
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[It was a good thing she had previously made the deal with the store regarding payment, because right then, she'd forgotten completely that she wanted the meal to be on her. Her eyes remained focused on the book, even as Jack got up and headed for the door. continuing to absently scroll through the pages while taking in each and every name. Some, she recognized. Some were so foreign to her she had to wonder if their paths had ever crossed.]
[By the time he returned, however, he would find her staring down at a page she had only just turned to, and a name there was no way she would be able to forget.]
[Dick Grayson]
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Zatanna...
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[It never did.]
[True, there was the slightest ping in her heart as she thought of the boy. The part where Jack briefly mentioned them being together in his writing. She missed him. Missed his face. His laugh. The way he made her feel in those (often rare) moments when they were able to just be themselves around each other. Especially after she Found Out.]
[But, to her surprise...she was okay. After a moment of scanning what Jack wrote, she even smiled. Not a fake mask put on for his sake, but a look of genuine amusement.]
I can just imagine the look on his face if he ever saw this.
[On the one hand, there were Secrets, and secrets behind the secrets. With a start, Zatanna realized that, as relatively little as Jack had written--Dick's entry was roughly the size of Kara's--there wasn't much more she would have been able to make public herself.]
[But on the other hand...]
Knowing him, he'd either just stand there, gloating, or try to find some way to hack the book so he could add his own signature touch. Which may or may not involve a few jokes and exaggerations of his accomplishments here.
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I'd probably let him, if he asked. Then again, I don't think they make a book thick enough to contain the record of pun wars.
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So we'd skip to the highlights. Or just add a footnote at the bottom that says "see: English Dictionary"
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Footnotes, there's an idea. You can help me come up with some.
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Are you sure? This is your project, Jack.
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[ The "with you" is implied. ]
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[Either way, there would be no mistaking the look of pure, serene happiness as she glanced up at him. Their eyes locking for a fleeting moment before she nodded, shifting her weight a bit so that they could continue sharing the book.]
It's a good thing we ordered food, then. This might take a while.
[More than a single afternoon together, of course. If that's what he wanted.]
Just say the word, and I'll add in my two cents. Free of charge, even.
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[ He reaches for their sandwiches he'd put on the table and handed hers over. ]
Food first, but then we'll work on it.
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