laography | if i was not myself, and you were someone else

[ With winter break fast approaching for the grade schoolers seated in front of her, Tatiana could only smile wide at their anxiousness to get out of the classroom and bound through the snow. There was no way she could blame them, of course; while she thrilled at the life that bloomed in spring, there was just something about winter that, well. Warmed her. It was a silly thing that she never spoke of with anyone else, but she felt it every time the snow fell.

As it was, then. She looked out the window with a soft smile, hands folded behind her back as her thoughts rushed a mile a minute. All the snowmen, and snow angels, the snowball fights and sledding and ice skating and hot chocolate and holly. So much to do in one season, it was almost impossible to decide where one should start.

Clasping her hands together, she addressed the group of young children wriggling in their seats. ]

All right, everyone! The bell's going to ring very soon, but I just wanted to wish you all a fantastic winter break! Happy Holidays! Make sure you all bundle up, you don't want the cold nipping along after you, do you?

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[Jack paused when she said that, a chuckle leaving his throat as he reached up to take the hand near his cheek. It was...nice...being believed in. Being believed in in a way that didn't involve fear.]

I guess that makes three of us...well...two and a half.

Two and a half..?

[ Her confusion is obvious, brow furrowing for another reason entirely now as she looks up at him. Of course there's the two of them, but who would count as half? Hopefully not a child, they counted for far more than that.

Did one of the other Guardians survive in some way? Like she had? ]

One second I think he's been sleeping.

[Jack props his staff against a desk and reaches back behind his head with both of his hands, lifting something out of his hood. When he brings his hands back over his head, he's holding onto a fluffy grey bunny.]

By two and a half I mean Cottontail here.

[ A sharp gasp escapes Tooth, and if she had her feathers still, they would've been poofing up in surprise and delight. It's awful that the Guardian of Hope has been reduced to this form, but it's so good to see that he's alive. ]

Bunnymund! Have you been taking care of him all this time?

[ Unable to help herself, she reaches out to gently touch between his ears. Almost as if assessing his condition, and assuring herself that he's all right. ]

[Bunnymund twitches in Jack's hands and the winter spirit gives a smile when she reaches out to pet him. He has to admit, the big pooka's a bit cute like this, especially since it keeps his mouth shut.]

Guess you could say he was a stand in for my conscious. Wouldn't leave me alone until I paid attention to him. [He frowns for a moment.] He hasn't talked since the kids stopped believing in Easter.

[ Tooth continues to gently stroke at Bunnymund's forehead with her fingers, relieved that he's... well, for the most part all right. He couldn't have handled being shrunken down and muted very well, but she knows that he would've done anything to keep an eye on Jack, no matter what happened between them. ]

Then he's still doing his job. [ A smile, though there's a sad twist to it. ] I hate that we'll have so long to wait until Easter.

[ And then it occurs to her. Christmas. ]

Do you know what happened to Nicholas?

[He rearranges his grip on Bunnymund and holds him closer to his chest. Luckily for him, the little furball's half asleep and not protesting much to being held like a household pet. At the mention of North, he frowns, running his fingers along Bunnymund's neck fur.]

I tracked him down to Russia. If anything, the guy's about as cliche as a love story. He's working in a toy factory.

Nothing would be able to stand between him and creating toys for children.

[ And she supposes that can be applied to her, as well. Teaching created memories, ones that many hoped children would hold onto. Much as being a dentist, of all things, would probably suit her, in hindsight being a teacher tied her so closely to what she wanted to protect and nourish. ]

Do you... do you have his case?

[Pulling one of her hands from under Bunnymund, Jack rummages around in his pocket until he fishes out another case, showing it to her.]

I snatched it and yours when I left Pitch's this morning.

Jack...

[ She wants to throw her arms around him again, hold onto him tight because he left Pitch's. Maybe to some that wouldn't seem like him defecting, but to Tooth it's a leap in the right direction. There's no hesitation in her reaching out to take it, familiarity in her touch as she looks at the cheerful face at one end of it. ]

We'll be able to fix this. We will.

[Her touch, her expressions, her actions...it all feels more like Tooth now. And Jack knows it's because she regained her memories. It hadn't been an easy decision to make but if he hadn't been constantly annoyed by a certain kangarabbit...well, the world would probably be a darker place. He holds the capsule with her for a moment, holding onto Bunnymund with his other arm.]

I just hope it's not too late.

Never. And Bunnymund knew that, otherwise he wouldn't have constantly pestered you.

[ She looks up at Jack from the case, shifting one of her hands to cover his on it with a wide and hopeful smile, all teeth. Everything in her heart still aches, down to her very core, but there's hope. A certain kangarabbit made sure of that. ]

if i was not myself, and you were someone else

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