paradisa | [5] 23 Days Until Easter

[It's been a weird start of the month for Bunny. What with Holly Peaks, then getting not one, but TWO people from his home world, one of which he assumed was long gone. All in the space of a week. To make matters worse, the castle had decided to do this on the very month where Easter was held.

He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.

As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.

And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.

Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]

That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.

[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?

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[If it were ever in his power, he'd take them all to the Warren, so they could be in that land of peace and more importantly, of HOPE]

Thanks, darl. I appreciate it. [He'll hand her a paintbrush, letting the googie go, nudging it with a paw to enocurage it to wander in her direction]

They're from my world. Jack, he's a Guardian, like me. Mother Goose? [He chuckles, though there's a sadness to it] She guards the Guardians.

[ She takes the brush, holding out a hand for the googie to jump onto it. Lips quirking into a smile she watches it settle and starts painting. ]

A guard who guards the Guardians. [ A laugh. ] You sound very fond of her. [ Fond and sad, she thinks. ]

I guess we all need one.

[His smile fades a little, nodding] I am, she was one of the first children I watched over.

[ She looks up from her task, searching his expression, repeating his words in her mind.

Was he said, was. ]

I am sorry. [ Something happened, something changed. ]

[Something did, and it worries him that he can't remember what came after]

It's...fine. [Inhale, exhale] She's probably fine. Back home.

[They had to have saved her. It's what they DO]

[ A nod. ]

Of course. [ It is better to cling to some sort of hope than to have none at all. She knows this well. ]

[La la la, focusing on painting eggs. Nothing wrong here]

And how're you?

[ Yup, painting eggs. This is so much fun. ]

As well as one can be. [ Tired, sleep is difficult to claim these days. ]

What? Given being here?

Yes.

'Bout as good as you can hope for, sometimes. Given what this castle does to us.

[He's still expecting it to try and ruin Easter]

[ Likely not a good way of thinking, yet it is true. ]

I wonder how much hope I have left. [ She says it more to herself than to him. ]

[He glances over at her, concern in his features, before offering her the smallest of smiles]

Lucky for you, that's what I specialise in.

[ She tilts her head, daring herself to look at him. ]

Is that so?

Too right. It's what I bring into the world. Hope.

My Sir Rabbit is a bringer of hope? [ She smiles faintly. ] You are more important that I first thought.

[Oh that gets a smile] It's a thing everyone needs, even if they don't always know it.

[ Are you talking about her mister? She narrows her gaze a little before turning it to the egg in her hands.

Dear sweet Sir Rabbit, you a precious soul to be sure. ]

It must be nice to be so certain.

[PERHAPS HE IS]

Hope is one of the few things I can always be certain about.

[ HOW RUDE. ]

Then I envy you.

[Damn right]

I never used to be sure of it. I think that's why I was chosen.

You were chosen because you had little faith in hope?

[He frowns softly, stepping into the territory of Things He Doesn't Want To Talk About]

I lost all of it. For a very long time. I know how important it is.

[ She can sense it, putting down her egg and shuffling closer to rest a hand on his shoulder. ]

That is a pain we share.

[ Can she hug you? She wants to. ]

[He'll lean into it a little, so yes she is allowed to hug him if she wishes]

Do you? [He lets out a sigh] Things would be much better....life'd be so much better if people didn't have to go through that.

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