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He just sat back, sighing a little. How could he put this in a way that didn’t sound like he hated them too much. Or at least made it seem like he was only mildly fond.
“They’re just like what stories say. Santa brings kids gifts on Christmas, Bunny hides eggs on Easter, Sandy gives good dreams, and Tooth collects teeth, giving kids coins in return.” Jack only saw it as a bribing scheme for most of them. Not really Sandman though. Sandy was alright.
“Oh…I see!” Melody smiled brightly, masking her slight disappointment in that answer. Of course she expected for them all to do that jobs as described by the stories. But she expected…a little more out of them as well? Like what her mother had always told her about Jack. Watching over her, and protecting her…really caring about her.
Of course, she should have gotten the hint that these stories really weren’t true when Jack had to ask her for her name. He would have, after all, known who she was otherwise. “And what about you? Do you just…make winter, I guess?”
Sitting next to her, he explained, “I mean, I’ve always been Jack Frost. But, I was raised from a lake, and that’s when I found that staff and I was told I was Jack Frost by the Man in the Moon.”
“Raised from a lake…Man in the Moon…huh.” Somehow, Melody didn’t find any of this stuff hard to believe. Then again, she had just learned that Jack Frost -and apparently Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and The Sandman- were all real as well. Why not have a couple more things to believe in?
“That’s…really cool.” She whispered, playing around with the staff again. “And, um, Jack…these Guardians you’re talking about…what do they do, exactly?”
“You like it?” he smirked. sticking his hands in his sweatshirt pocket. “Pretty cool, huh? I just found it when I became me. Been my most trusted thing ever since.”
“I love it!~” Melody squealed a little bit. She sat on the couch and rested the staff on her lap, sticking both of her hands in her pockets to let them warm up. She patted the couch cushion beside her, inviting Jack to sit down. “What do you mean, when you became you?”
“Yup,” he said proudly. “All me.”
Jack saw no harm in her request and spun the staff so she could hold it. “Sure. Just make sure your hands don’t get too cold,” he smirked.
Melody eagerly took the staff in both hands and held it close, examining every detail. Every chip and carving of the smooth, icy wood, and how cool it was to the touch…quite cold, actually. Melody had to start holding the staff with one hand at one point, shoving the other one in her sweater pocket to warm up. “Wow…” She mumbled under her breath.
“The staff helps,” he smiled, spinning it around. “Can freeze anything, help me surf on the wind, and, I’ve learned it can shoot bolts of ice, which is always fun. And most common things I do are probably tongues freezing to ice, blowing away things, freezing cars and clothes, people’s feet getting stuck to the ground. You know, that kind of stuff.”
“So you’re the one responsible for all that stuff!” Melody said with a laugh. All of that, and yet he’s never nipped a nose? Oh well, at least he was still mischievous and fun.
Melody looked down at the staff, and up to Jack. At the staff, and back to Jack. “…Can I hold it?”
Jack saw her frown and tried smiling a bit to make her forget. “It’s a lot more fun being alone anyway. No rules. Nobody telling you what to do. It’s a blast! The best part is the fact I can screw with people and they can have fun with it too.”
Melody was quick to notice the spirit’s sudden change in attitude. She smirked. “So you like to screw with people, huh?” She asked. “How, may I ask, do you do that? I’m guessing you have some different tricks up your sleeve from just drawing on windows!”
He really didn’t know why. “I’m never usually around long enough for them to notice or care. I don’t really care, though. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Yeah, Guardian. The spirits that are like the big guys. Santa, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and Bunnymund. Or as some call them, the Big Four.”
Melody frowned upon hearing that first statement. It didn’t matter to him? Why wouldn’t it matter to him? A world in which nobody can see him…to her, that seemed like it would be the most lonely thing in the world.
And he considered the others to be Guardians as well? So, that’s what they really were? Of course, perhaps the real definition of “Guardian” was different from what she had learned. But still, it comforted her somehow.
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“I’ve just been alone,” he shrugged. “Nobody’s seen me or really talked to me in 300 years. People…just don’t see me. Kind of like how you didn’t at first.”
He offered a small smile. “I’m just a figure of speech to most people. Not an actual Guardian, like North or Tooth, or Bunny,” Jack said with a roll of the eyes.
“Guardian?” That word, if nothing else, peaked Melody’s interest. Did that mean that all the things her mother had told her were true? “What do you mean by that? And how can people not see you after…well, after something like that!?” She asked, gesturing to the drawings on the window.
Jack smirked, laughing lightly. Leaning on his staff, he said causally, “Don’t take too much time alone. Given, 300 years is different than 3 hours or three days, too much alone time…almost makes you invisible.”
The winter spirit took a better look around the apartment. It seemed roomy, at least in the room he was in. But he was a bit confused. “So, you have a job? And live on your own? When you could just live with family?”
“I mean, my uncle lives just down the block so I can go to see him whenever I want,” Melody shrugged. “But I’ve lived with him since I was a little kid, and I figured I’m a legal adult now…I might as well try to make it on my own, if I can do it. I work at his shop, so I still see my family every day,” she added with a smile. “So it’s not too bad!”
One thing that threw Melody off, however, was that first statement that Jack made. 300 years? Alone? “What do you mean, you’ve been alone for 300 years? You must have friends, don’t you? Or family…wait, do spirits have families?” God, I hope I’m not offending him.
“Oh, hey, Mel,”
“It’s been a while! How’s the research comin’ along?”
“Well, I’ve taken a little break, to be honest. I haven’t stopped studying completely but I’ve been cutting back a lot. It was getting a little too overwhelming,” she confessed, smiling sheepishly.