KooriAkuma

It was always the rabbit that spoke the dark truth, or the negative aspect of whichever decisions the group was making. You couldn’t really hold it against him, you were somewhat of a pessimist during important times and with things that didn’t fall into categories you had studied or knew all that well. This particular situation fell with the category of not fully understanding how this Guardian thing worked and just how much your presence was a threat for them. You couldn’t fully understand how you were a threat, yet. “You’re telling us you have connections to Pitch?!” the Pooka growled, which was a rathe

There was no right way to land when transporting through one of North’s snow globes, but it had become the norm for both you and Jack to end up tumbling on the ground and it was believed that that had become ‘your way’ of showing up with him. This time around, you somehow managed to elbow him in the ribs when landing on him on the Pole’s floor. You had also managed to land a kick on one of the elves and sent him flying across the opposite side of the room from where you had landed. Jack was curled up in slight pain beneath you, one arm holding on to his stomach while the other held the wrist of your right hand. You we

“Pitch,” your voice sounded mumbled by the wind, by the light rumble of lightning. “I was wondering where you had disappeared to that one day. I thought, I don’t know, maybe you were six feet underground by now.” His chuckle mixed with the thunder, and it sent shivers through your body. It seemed to travel differently than normal sound, then again, you had known from long before that he could make his voice come from anywhere. At the moment, his voice came with the wind that caused your hair to flap against your skin, and formed the echo after the thunder was long gone. You felt him everywhere around you, but kn

Whether time had stopped or slowed down to such a pace that the snow took hours to fall to the ground, you weren’t sure. Time should have been moving much quicker than ever now that the one who had stunted it to a stop had, more or less, stopped existing to stunt it. Sure, Jamie was there is his room in all his myth-busting glory, but all thoughts of you had been locked away and he no longer had any recollection of knowing you. Your human body should have been fading at faster pace, your Dragonfly self should have been getting stronger and therefore human time should be moving quicker, or at least that was your theory. Yet, you sat sil