Fic: Dresdens and Dragons 1/8
Dresdens and Dragons
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files is a great book series written by Jim Butcher and dubiously adapted into a television show ( Read more... )
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files is a great book series written by Jim Butcher and dubiously adapted into a television show ( Read more... )
Jack Frost nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden question from nowhere. He was so shocked he forgot to catch himself on the wind and fell deep into his own snow.
Two men, spirits, crouched on the edge of his personal snow, disturbing neither the hard crust nor the light dusting of powder. They tilted their heads like birds, the slighter one was bird like with a strong nose and antique armor, the stouter was...dressed as a modern solider. "Who are you? How did you do that?!" Why didn't you ask me to play before?
"Secrecy is important in war," said the shorter, his eyes sunken and old and strange. He did not look like he wanted to play.
"Just so." A smile of satisfaction and a nod, "This is my Solider," he gestured elegantly, "I am General Winter. When you became a guardian there was an opening for a new spirit."
Jack floated himseld out of the snow, frowning suspiciously down at them as they stood and stared. "And you want to play? And don't lie to me, I HEARD of you before, you're an old Spirit." A dark one, war and death in Winter. It was probably why they both had black hair, not white. Assuming they were telling the truth.
Not that he was worried. He was a guardian, he had belivers. He had taken out Pitch.
"Father Time gives the best adventures. You are Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun. It's important to leven war with play, lest we all become monsters. You..." He trailed off. "That was good work, in the World Wars, the snowball fights on Christmas Eve. Sadder after, but, good work." Winter clasped a fist to his chest and bowed just a little, while Winter's Solider gave a more modern salute. "What we are...we are horrors yes, for some, and protection for others, but that's not all we want to be."
All Pitch wanted was darkness and fear. What he was was what he did. He couldn't see anything else, anything more. Pitch didn't want to play with him, Pitch wanted Jack to spread darkness and fear with him.
"Then that sounds like fun!"
"Very good! I'd never settle for anyone but the best to teach Solider about snow ball games."
Jack rocked back, his mouth opening, and he glanced at the older seeming spirit. He blinked, put on a smile, "Then we have a lot of work--play to do!"
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-Suddenly, it occurs to me that MiM learned from his experiences. Jack was unhappy by himself, so Lopt gets to have his little Soldier buddy! Everyone wins!
And Nat can totes see him. I bet there's a nursery rhyme WS used to sing to them at bed time about the baleful lantern that leads home the dead and damned...-
Your efforts have won you: fic
Harry is not a happy wizard. No, he is not.
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(And of course he's not a happy wizard, he's like, half dragon)
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They both had killer arms, which knowing them was not an exaguration. Their snow balls stung where they pelted him, even though there was no ice in them.
("There are rules in play and war, breaking them brings grief."
Solemnly the solider nodded.)
Both of them were strangely structured with how they began to play, but to Jack relief instead of taking turns or something silly like that they quickly disolved into easy chaos--even though Winter's Solider was more likelyt to target Jack than his General. Winter was a crafty man, and a good one, Jack thought. He led Jack into ganging up on the solider, and then together they turned on Jack.
Jack thought he saw the Solider smile then. He definetly did when Jack tricked them into pelting each other.
Adruptly Lopt sat down, holding his toes and rocking backwards with his laughter. "We need more play mates!"
Jack almost suggested the children, but then held back, because they thew hard and, well, Solider wasn't..."Hey, what is your name?"
"I don't know., Sir," the dour one replied as he took a knee facing Lopt.
"But-wait, what about the Man in The Moon? He never...he at least told me who I was!" That wasn't fair!
"I found Solider," Winter said as he cut himself. Jack nearly screamed for the ruby fluid, because blood was not fun. But then the blood hit the snow and there were...large animate snowballs. No, Ice balls, with spikes, which they dulled. Each had a single red eye which they stared with. "He has a real name, but we don't know it, that's why..."
"Why you don't pick the wrong one...maybe I can ask Tooth? And who are these cute little guys?" They were cute, in a weird way. It helped that the sharp bits were gone.
"I would apperciate that sir, I...I just know there was someone important, even if I don't remember them. The General has been helping me but..."
"We are not spirits of memory, just the opposite, really. I'd be in your debt for helping my friend, Jack. And these fellows are Shards. Since we need new playmates, and they can help us build mighty fortresses with which to seige each other. I shall give each of us an army!"
"That would be great!" A real snow fort, big ones like he made for himself that the kids couldn't manage. And maybe snow catapults--they could borrow some toys from North's! "But... No wait, doesn't that hurt?"
"Not a bit, it's not even troublesome." Jack knew he was making faces, stubborn as a goat, as Bunny. He did not need Lopt's sigh to tell him that. "I'm a creature of large wounds, Jack, not little hurts." A beat. "Well, not unless they fester."
"If you say so..."
"I do. Now, come let us work for a sweeter play after. Should we make the walls solid or shall we make bricks of snow? Is ice allowed in the construction?"
The solider remembered...something. Dirty streets and hunger. Remembered snow and...Not even thinking of such things as this before. "Ah...Sirs?"
"Yeah, Sol? I mean, Solider. Sorry, I know you don't want a name until you can find your real one."
"No, that is fine, Sir. It's...a nickname, so that's fine, because it's based off of my title. I don't mind at all, thank you Sir. I was just going to suggest that maybe we do this somewhere else? At night, near a city, so the children can play in the forts afterwards?"
Lopt howled with laughter and slapped him on the back, "Do you see, Jack? I have the best Solider. Low-echelon initiative and tactical flexibility is what makes a good army great!"
Not eactly how Jack would put it, but he agreed with the idea of it.
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I love how Lopt still retains his, ah, Mischiefness despite it all. And Bucky is just going with the flow. But is he really a spirit, or are they just making assumptions? Is he a half-spirit? Would Steve, who was also frozen, count as a spirit? Can Tooth know which teeth to grab without a name? She certainly found Jack's, even though his name had been changed since his rebirth. She probably just needs a face, though, since that's how the teeth looked to be labeled.
*snickers*
Lopt is so proud of his baby Soldier. They're just adorable.
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