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@frcsti​  ♥ for a starter

Percy liked the cold, he liked how it caused a chill to go up his spine, how it made him shiver. And how it made him feel awake– aware of what’s around him. He liked the bitter cold. So, was it really any surprised when he was drawn to Jack? No. 

Percy had his back against the tree, it’s winter, he should be wearing warm clothes; but he’s not. A scarf, and gloves were enough. His sea green eyes were closed as he took a few deep breaths. He hadn’t been able to sleep lately. Nightmares, surprise, surprise. Except they weren’t his usual ones. Not this time.

His nightmares were of Gabe, his stepfather. Percy could still recall how it felt those bruise he’d leave behind.But he also remembered the reason why he would take the blows when he could– better him than his mother. He wouldn’t let her take all the pain. Never. Most of all he remember how the man would say he deserved it.

And as he sat there, staring at his hands, the punk was starting to believe those words. 

He was brought out of his thoughts by a cool breeze, and he smiled as he looked. “Hey Jack,” he uttered. For you see, he found the cold most comforting.  

Jack was alone for a long time; his Kingdom, and even his father took a dislike to him the moment he was born. It was no surprise, really, since his birth was nothing like his brother’s. While Jacian was graceful and became the model prince, Jack was more explosive, ended up as the trickster of the town.

It’s no surprise that everyone hates him, really, everyone but his brother, his other half whose eyes were the only ones to show love and compassion towards Jack. Of course, good things don’t last long, nor did Jack’s stay in that hateful Kingdom.

So here he is, in this foreign land that’s not quite home despite the years he’s spent here.

He sits in a tree a little ways away from Percy, hiding his presence most artfully. The distress on his friend’s face is enough to draw him close, and so the wind helps him to the boy’s side. Easily falling into a crouch, he reaches out to rest a hand on the punk’s shoulder cerulean eyes saddened. “Hey, Percy.”

Jack’s not good with judging right from wrong; he doesn’t have the attention span for such things. But he’s seen this a thousand times and it just feels right in this moment. He doesn’t let himself over think it, just pulls his only friend against his chest and whispers that he’s going to be fine.

He doesn’t know if either of them will ever really be fine but it’s a lie they all want to hear.