Ignored [closed rp with tiredofhidingunderbeds]
They used to say he was the most carefree spirit they’d ever met, someone who always tried to make people laugh and treated everything as a joke. Hell Jack Frost used to be someone that would try so hard just to make the kids who couldn’t even see him happy.
Nowadays it was more likely he’d send a blizzard their way to keep everyone inside while he threw his tantrums. 720 years he’d been wandering with no direction, no instructions; no friends and no one to even so much as look at him besides the other spirits. (Like that ever went well, if it wasn’t North throwing him out of their workshop it was Bunny rearing back a fist for sending a few feet of snow on Easter, or even something like a small flurry in the warren) Nonetheless it all added up to a Jack who was just…..tired.
He was tired of no one seeing him and tired of being ignored, though mostly he was tired of asking for answers and getting nothing but moonlight on his face. And Jack was cold, always so cold, cold and bitter and tired and wasn’t that just a terrible combination. All in all he was nothing like the carefree spirit he’d first been; flinching away from the slightest touch, snapping back at the slightest comment thrown his way, not playing with the kids anymore.
It all led to the current scenario of him in a forest near Burgess shouting his head off at the moon. Frost was just standing in the clearing, staff set aside when he’d gone from pleading with the moon to just flat out yelling at them. Not like he thought anyone could hear him anyway.
“Why can’t you just tell me why you put me here!”