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Jack of the Frost is back in the bar, with a box. He's trying to tie ribbon around it, like a present, and it's failing utterly.

Ribbon is too damned fiddly.

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Very few do.

She rubs lightly at the red smear with one thumb, eyes shuttering slightly.

"I was only kidding - and things were set back to where they belong."

"I know."

He shrugs. He isn't offended.

"I am going to avoid that happening again this year."

"That seems like a good idea."

She smiles again, voice brightened with amusement.

"I do rather like the both of you in one neat piece, little love."

"What will happen when I die?"

She gets him.

"Do your friends get thrown into the river too?"

"It is a matter of fare, dear. Also of cheating. The nymph loves cheating - slipping coins and whispering sweet words."

Even she takes care of her important people.

There are not very many, but she takes care of them all the same.

"I do not see you drowning, little love."

"I should hate to."

He sighs, and adjusts, so he's more comfortable leaning against her.

"Thank you. I only really got a soul by accident."

She's rather cushy, to be honest. It's all the curvy lines.

"Some accidents really only happen because they are supposed to. You are important to my sweet thing, after all."

Jack sighs, a bit for both of them, because tendrils of Frost are curling through him slowly. The two merging gently, being together.

"Most welcome, love."

Her lips curve slowly once more, lashes low.

"Always and only for you."

He, (Frost,) leans up and kisses the side of her jaw, a cool promise.

She hums lightly, chin tilting obligingly and smile curving into a grin.

"Just as long as all of this sap stays nice and quiet."

A low chuckle.

"I have something of a reputation to be taking care of."

Really badly, really.

"I know, sweet thing."

She does pay attention sometimes.

"I did not so much mind - he is clever, your boy."

"

He slides an arm around her, suddenly, and draws her close, so he can press a kiss to her temple.

"Do you not want some coddling of your own, love?"

Her eyes are bright, voice teasing and fingers snaking lightly at his neck.

"Though you know I will gladly follow."

He sheer beauty, potency, grace, power, respelendance.

His fingers trace the words, the thoughts, on her skin where they touch.

"Oh," she murmurs and the words taper off into a pleased purr, eyes closed to slits.

Leaning closer.

"That sounds rather inspired as well, love."

He rests his forehead against her shoulder.

She presses a kiss to the top of his head, fingers running lines along his spine.

"And pretty words? If you are not careful, sweet thing, I am bound to become spoiled."

For being there for Jack. Annoying Jack. Adoring Jack. Lost Jack.

"He reminds me of my boy."

The youngest - he's wicked and ridiculous and tries much too hard - she's fond of him.

"And he is yours," and that's all that really matters.

Frost needs to meet him, at least. If she's fond of him.

"It could be arranged, dear." she replies. "Zelos still listens when I tell him things."

It's a novelty.

Jack's listening too.

"Zelos is a brat - an insufferable one, really, but that might be why I like him. He is forever trying to be noticed - it is what he is, I suppose."

A laugh, quiet and genuinely amused.