To Have and To Hold, Chapter 47
Jan. 14th, 2019 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_phenyxThe Guardians knew how long Jack had spent alone. Of course they did. But for someone who had lived as long as Bunny or Sandy, or someone who could get caught up in their work to the point of having a week pass by without their notice, like North or Tooth (or, to be fair, also Bunny) it was much more difficult to register just how difficult those three hundred years would have been for someone like Jack, who craved interaction with other people the way a fish craves water.
And, though the Guardians hadn't noticed, spirits had been growing fewer. Oh, people still believed in things, it was true, otherwise the Guardians themselves would have had to notice. But new spirits, oh no. They looked to other explanations, didn't create new spirits unless in fun now.
They might be created – look at Slenderman, or O'SHA – but it wasn't belief like was needed to sustain a spirit. Most of the ones that did appear were brief and weak as belief waxed and waned.
A Weather Phenom like Jack Frost? Even rarer. With radar, and storm tracking, and all the rest...why believe in a spirit causing the weather when everyone knew it was because of shifts in air pressure and warm air versus cold and all the rest? Jack was lucky in being old enough and embedded enough in culture that his name was still spoken, and he was strong on his own, from being raised by the moon and his own inner strength, that direct belief didn't weaken him.
Most all other Weather Phenoms had drifted away into nothing but a voice on the wind, fading away into nothing, as the years passed. New spirits were rarer and rarer, and the older spirits so entrenched in what they did that they didn't have time for a carefree spirit like Jack.
He irritated them at best. At worst, well, Jack was probably lucky he hadn't gotten into more fights than he had.
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And, though the Guardians hadn't noticed, spirits had been growing fewer. Oh, people still believed in things, it was true, otherwise the Guardians themselves would have had to notice. But new spirits, oh no. They looked to other explanations, didn't create new spirits unless in fun now.
They might be created – look at Slenderman, or O'SHA – but it wasn't belief like was needed to sustain a spirit. Most of the ones that did appear were brief and weak as belief waxed and waned.
A Weather Phenom like Jack Frost? Even rarer. With radar, and storm tracking, and all the rest...why believe in a spirit causing the weather when everyone knew it was because of shifts in air pressure and warm air versus cold and all the rest? Jack was lucky in being old enough and embedded enough in culture that his name was still spoken, and he was strong on his own, from being raised by the moon and his own inner strength, that direct belief didn't weaken him.
Most all other Weather Phenoms had drifted away into nothing but a voice on the wind, fading away into nothing, as the years passed. New spirits were rarer and rarer, and the older spirits so entrenched in what they did that they didn't have time for a carefree spirit like Jack.
He irritated them at best. At worst, well, Jack was probably lucky he hadn't gotten into more fights than he had.
Continue on AO3 // Continue on FF.net
