{// I came on here way too late tonight, more shenanigans tomorrow and hopefully drafts/inbox replies to follow in the morning. Night, Snowflakes~ }

hhemeraa‌:

        "I prefer the comfy, casual ‘twink’ category actually. Now you’re just dissing the rips in my jeans.” An easy shrug of the shoulders and a shit-eating grin followed his smart mouth. Jack followed with eagerness to stand in front of the other, his beer held up as a makeshift gate. “Ah ah, everyone who enters this frat party has to play a round of beer pong. Sorry man, I don’t make the rules— and I’m fairly sure you’re up against Me right now.”

        Granted, not against the wall like he’d prefer, but Jack could put that on his To-Do list for later.          He pointed towards the corner of the living room where laughter and hollering came in bounds around a pool table. “After you~”

  faemoria‌:

        The seconds that ticked by let doubt grasp at Jack as tightly as he gripped his staff. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe he should have changed the subject as a way of escape for them both.          Surprise. Shock. W a r m t h—  or something akin to it blossomed in Jack’s chest at the offer. He couldn’t fathom the very existence of Tooth before all of this, but it was surely a coveted  m e m o r y; a privilege to get word of, let alone an actual glimpse at. 

                                   Should he?                                                      Dare he?

        Tentatively, depths of blue met violet, wondering if her irises always held such vivid arrays throughout each lifetime. Tooth has- is always so earnest with him, yet there were still so many secrets held by them both. Not out of distrust, but perhaps due to their own prideful neglect and avoidance toward nostalgia. It was kind to extend such unguarded honesty.   

“ I would. ”

        Hesitance reared its head from a place of concern.                                                                      “ Is that- will 𝕪𝕠𝕦  be okay? ”

Harvest Moon

The autumnal equinox would be upon the village soon and with it, the Harvest Moon that was meant to instill hope of bounty and fruition. Rumors spread fast on the wind of Haphishire’s crops wilting until appeasing the moon god with more sacrifice. No one knew or at least spoke about what such a sacrifice was, but the mayor’s face seemed to wear with a grimness  whenever some of the farmers asked what it would take to do the same. They humbly worshipped, with metal crafts, sewn tapestries, and part of their own stock on an altar of aged stone.

For years that had been enough... until now.

The same worries from towns over resulted in the same, parched soil, and rotting crops. This was their last chance before winter would descend. Their last hope- demanded sacrifice.

The mayor spoke of a tribute, honorable and already chosen by way of a vision. A traveling witch had offered solace to the man’s fears of his village’s survival. The announcement would happen just before the Harvest Moon where the tribute would step under the Moon’s rays and meet but not look at the god. Some were skeptical, but most of the people were desperate to make it through winter and not let their families starve. One selfless act for the good of many.

Everyone prepared for the equinox’ festivities even though this year’s harvest was at its lowest. There were candles lit, everyone dressed in their cleanest, white linen and adorned crowns of sprigs and leaves. Some meats, meager berries, and what vegetables had survived the fields were shared amongst men and women throughout the evening. No one talked about the foreboding dread that grew in bounds by the late evening. Music helped, so did drink, and for a moment the whole village shared in merriment through camaraderie, small but completely genuine. Everyone had worked hard this year and hoped to continue to reap some small satisfaction from what could be salvaged.

That moment ended when the mayor raised a hand to stop the band, one last toast before commanding the night. “We gather tonight and must look to the sky, for the Harvest Moon is almost at its fullest. The time to take up our torches and move to the altar is upon us.”

 Moving down the grassy trail, Jack moved with his sister’s hand in his flanked by his mother on the other side. The entire village stopped at the edge of the lake, surrounded by tall trees encircling the area. All eyes looked to the mayor, waiting with bated breath for the name that would leave his lips. That terrible sense of dread returned to Jack as the mayor unraveled the parchment from his pocket, voice bouncing off of the surrounding trees. “Emmaline Overland. “ 

He felt his sister’s fingers quake between his own and as her small hand tried to let go, whether it was due to the summoning or the amount of stares now directed their way, Jack clasped her hand even tighter.

No. Not happening. Not possible.

She hadn’t even been on this Earth for ten years yet.

“Everything is going to be alright, Emma. I promise.” 

This may be the one and only time Jack would be telling Emma a lie, but there was no way to paint the world with roses for her in this moment. Yet Jack held onto a small smile, for her sake, as he moved in front of her. Feeling the weight of the mayor’s gaze and his mother’s rooting him to that very spot. 

“I volunteer as sacrifice!” He yelled with unwavering finality, louder than the mayor’s, without hesitation. His eyes bore into the mayor’s until the proclamation was answered. 

“Jackson, step forward.”

His mother answered in a quavering whisper between them, all forms of warmth and comfort pulling him desperately into an embrace before he could move further down the trail. “You don’t have to be this brave. Let me, my dearest boy, I’ve lived my life for you- for your sister. Please, a widow is a smaller price to pay.” Jack felt the wet streaks along the cheek his mother pressed so firmly against. He held tight to her fast, kissed under her eye before giving the same affection to Emma. Never acknowledging her face crumbling as he stepped away, “I’m the man of the house, I’m ready to be that now. For us.” His bravado stayed intact even as the sobs of his family tore at him, but Jack pushed on until he was in front of the mayor. It took a few seconds to realize what the rope was for between the man’s hands, the utterance of it as a ‘precaution’ only causing the boy to nod numbly. He didn’t even get the chance to look over his shoulder at what was left of his family again before he was led onto the small raft at the edge of the lake. “It is a brave deed to go in your sister’s stead. I hope that makes a difference of mercy to Him. Remember, to look upon Him would be a sin itself and lesser beings that we are, cannot fathom a proper image. Do not look directly upon Him.” It was the only advice to hold onto as he was pushed out, idling to the center where the moon’s reflection all but glowed.