085. Breathe

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The last lingering rays of summer begin to wane, inhaled, consumed by the span of their horizon.

Jack reappears as if they were never separated. He brings the early-light frost, and the wind with him, leaping on rooftops and calling to Jamie with a stunning, pearly-white smile, beckoning and chasing him. Until they're exhausted, rolling around in the open and wide field of grass, laughing.

"Cold hands, warm heart," Jamie recites, his own youth waning on his face. He cups Jack's hands.

They blow on dandelions – but against Jack's rosy-pale, puckering lips, they dissolve into puffs of frost, and sometimes burst into seed-icicles that crackle away into shimmers of nothingness.

He can't ever touch Jamie like that, with his wandering, gentle lips.

Or risk hurting him.

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Rise of the Guardians isn't mine. THEY'RE SO SOFT. SO GOOD. SO SO GOOD. I LOVE THEM. I haven't been back here in this fandom for a WHILE! Hey you guys! Any of my Bennefrost/Bennetfrost (is that the ship name?) whatever Jack/Jamie fans out there! Come say hey! Thanks and any thoughts/comments appreciated! :)