seriously though it's not even funny anymore
It’s been awfully quiet around here lately…
“You’re alive!”
“Well, yes. Hibernation in a couple ‘o days, though. Might be knocked out for the whole summer.”
“I didn’t know bunnies hibernated…?”
“This one does. Call it more of a holiday, really. Just need a breather is all. If I start preparations in September, factor in the time North is gonna be asking for my help, and work through ‘til April, everything should go smoothly.
…Same as every year.”
It’s been awfully quiet around here lately…
“You’re alive!”
“Well, yes. Hibernation in a couple ‘o days, though. Might be knocked out for the whole summer.”
It’s been awfully quiet around here lately…
Jack fell unceremoniously on the floor with a cry. The teen curled in on himself as the impact wrecked his body with hot, searing pain. He coughed against the dirt of the room, blood splattering the floor unevenly. Silence fell heavy in the small room, the only sound was Jack’s shallow, elaborate breathing.
The young guardian shuddered, pressing his damp forehead against the warm soil underneath him.The sight was something straight out of horror movies. Jack’s deadly-pale skin decorated by a gaping wound, the red of the blood in Bunny’s paw and sporadically splattered on the room— it was surreal. But most unsettling of it was the gentle giggle from Jack.
It grew into a hearty laughter until it lulled down from breathlessness. He rolled himself to his back and stared up at Bunny, everything about Jack was wrong. “You’re teasing me, Bunny… I thought—- you wanted to touch me. To make me yours.” He began to laugh but it was cut short by the blood that invaded his throat. He coughed and rolled back to his side, his body shaking from the trauma it continuously suffered.
Had Jack not been immortal, he would have long since died.Te winter spirit was exhausted and that was forcing him down from his delusional high. His body began growing lax and his grip on reality began to slip faster than it did when he had first arrived at the Warren.
Was this the closest to death an immortal could get? If so, he wished to embrace it.
Bunny could do little but stare at the writhing body on the floor. The stark contrast of bright red against the palest skin he’d ever seen on Jack shook him to the bone, especially when coupled with the gargled laughter and sickening smile. Jack was definitely possessed by something, but perhaps the most upsetting part was that Jack was definitely still there.
Thankfully, he looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much more blood loss. He’d pass out until his body could recuperate some, and maybe come-to with his normal self intact.
Without gracing his taunts with a response, Bunny scooped him up again and set him back down on the already bloody sheets. “Go to sleep.” He ordered, pulling off his jacket with little regard for the wound this time, leaving his torso bare. “Or I’ll knock you out.”
Jack smiled at Bunny that same sweet yet unsettling smile at the mention of the culprit. Would he believe him if he told him it was himself? Probably not. But he wasn’t one to lie, not when the reaction would be entertaining.
He helped Bunny remove his clothing ever so slowly as to not agravate his injuries further. There’s so much the pooka could do, however, biting down a groan when Bunny had to separate some of the cotton that had dried on his insides. It was painful and nauseating, nearly knocking him out of his misery but even so his neck craned back with pleasure.
Eyes half-lidded, Jack watched as Bunny carefully and lovingly cleaned the red off his pale body but more replaced it in angry, faint spurts. Jack wondered to himself just how much he could bleed before he passed out. He already couldn’t feel his extremities and his mind was in a haze, his brain asphyxiating slowly from the hemorrhage.
He took a hold of Bunny’s wrist with bruising-strength- something surprising in his condition- and looked him in the eye, expression relaxed and void of anything but the lust in his eyes. “Then, what’re you waiting for.” His voice broke as he sat up with great effort, pulling himself onto Bunny, straddling his hips. The wound weeping down his front and back with the exertion. “Punish me.” His lips were intimately close to Bunny’s, brushing gently against them before he pressed their lips together.And he pulled Bunny’s paw inside his gaping wound with a sob.
The whole scene passed in a dreamlike haze. Who was he to stop Jack from climbing into his lap? He had such a power over him, to be able to hypnotize him so easily with a raspy, lust-thickened voice and cool lips. He was so entranced that it took him a solid five seconds before he realized that the cold mass on top of his paw was the weight of Jack’s liver.
In one swift motion, Bunny whipped his blood-soaked paw backward, leaving a violent-looking spattering on the wall behind him. In the same breath, he shoved Jack off his lap and leapt to his feet, barely comprehending the horror of what he’d just done.
“What the bloody hell has gotten into you?!” His voice trembles, eyes wild with fear and confusion.
He whimpered as he moved. Jack allowed for the pooka to collect him in his hold, his arm draping around the back of his neck to take a hold of the soft fur there. The movement shifted the wound uncomfortably and caused him to hiss in pain. The sensation coursed through his core and onto his body in intense waves that nearly arched him back onto Bunny’s hold. Jack bites down on his lip, barely able to contain the moan.
“Oh?” He begins, winded. “And you don’t want to see me—” He swallows hard, his mouth parched. “—marked by anyone else but you?” Jack had leaned his head against Bunny’s shoulder as he was carried to the small home. Jack’s voice was deep, breathy and only mildly interrupted by the groans and hitches of breath from the pain.
“Don’t worry, silly rabbit… I’m fine.” He adds, his words barely intelligible.
Bunny snickered at the implications as he set Jack down on his unmade bed…He’d have to give his bedding a good washing later. “You’re damn right.” He confessed, returning to the bedside with a cloth and a basin of water. “Tell me who put his hands on you and I’ll throttle the bastard.”
He untangled Jack from his cloak and set it aside, before gingerly working open his jacket, careful not to disturb the wound. “At the very least let me clean you up. You’re bleeding all over my sheets.”
Wringing the excess cool water from the cloth, Bunny began to mop the blood off of Jack’s skin, revealing the jagged wound that went straight through his body. A wound like this would have killed any mortal in an instant.
“…you never know, darling. There’s just no way to tell.” Glad that they aren’t fighting anymore, Cupid lets zirself relax slightly. What zie wants more than anything is to curl up in zir friend’s arms and sleep—as zie’s been depriving zirself of that luxury for days now in zir fervor to instill more Love in the world. …but zie’s sure that he wouldn’t be comfortable with that at the moment. And that thought is painful; zie’s always been able to rely on him for…well, anything zie needed. But this is the price of zir honesty, and zie has to accept it.
As though the effects of zir lack of sleep and the emotional exhaustion of this visit have hit zir all at once, Cupid looks weary, pale, drained, as zie stands up. “I really didn’t come here to upset you,” zie mumbles. “I guess… Well, you’d probably prefer for me to go.”
Bunny stood shortly after Cupid, brushing off his tail and letting out a long breath. “Well, you don’t look like you’re in any condition to fly.” As much as Bunny would like to hole up by himself and sulk about his romantic troubles, it probably wouldn’t be good for either of them.
“Why don’t you stay for a cup of tea?”
Cupid shakes zir head and mutters something under zir breath in Greek, frustrated beyond words. A fleeting, crazy thought passes through zir head, a thought of forcing zir ideals of Love on the world—but that wouldn’t work. It never does. As much as zie hates to admit it, there is no three-way happy ending to this. Still, zie looks up at Bunny without bothering to dry zir tears.
“He might surprise you,” zie says softly. “Love is that way. Besides, I told him before that I don’t…want him.” Even repeating the words now puts a pang through zir heart, but zie struggles to put the egocentric, mad desire in zir heart to rest. This is one fight zie cannot win. “I’m sure he’s over his little crush on me by now. And I think…” The god halts there and doesn’t continue, knowing zie can’t just tell Bunny how Jack feels…or might come to feel.
His ears swiveled forward, listening for the end of that sentence. He stays silent for a few moments before deciding not to try and wring it out of him. He laughs quietly, propping his head up in his hand. “I don’t think we’re gonna be happy either way.”
His eyes met Cupid’s and he flashed a melancholy smile.
