[5] 23 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[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?

Comments

[schrodingersghost]

...I kind of like winter. [Much better than summer. Ever since he'd developed his ice powers the summer humidity had been completely unbearable.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[:|]

You would.

[schrodingersghost]

As long as it isn't Christmas.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[And suddenly, there is the slightest ray of hope that Danny is not a lost cause forever]

You don't like Christmas?

[He sounds far too happy about that prospect]

[schrodingersghost]

Of course I don't like it. The entire Christmas season sucks.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[And then everything was forgiven. Everything being the likeness he has to Jack, which he couldn't help in the first place anyway]

I thought I'd never hear someone say that.

[YEAH! Fuck Christmas!]

[schrodingersghost]

I just don't like it, okay? The whole things just annoying. And the most annoying part is that everyone thinks there's something wrong with you if you're not all into that christmas spirit junk.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Yeah, well. You'd like it even less if you had Santa looming about the place, constantly telling you how better his holiday is compared to yours.

[schrodingersghost]

...He's real in your world. Of course he's real in your world.

Well that's just great.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

He is, his name's North, and he's a right pain in the jacksie.

[schrodingersghost]

Well, that's just great. For once I'm glad Dad isn't here.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Why?

[schrodingersghost]

Because he's spent the last fifteen christmases trying to prove Santa was real. Last year he got stuck in the chimney trying to prove THAT was possible.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Wow.

You've got to give a bloke credit where it;s due for sheer tenacity.

[schrodingersghost]

Mom's spent just as long arguing the opposite.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That he doesn't exist?

[schrodingersghost]

Yeah. With science.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...He really wouldn't like that.

[schrodingersghost]

That really doesn't surprise me.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's never nice to be told you don't exist.