[ Jack doesn't flinch away from the kiss — in fact, he doesn't move at all. he goes unnaturally still, more so than any human is capable of because he doesn't blink, doesn't breathe. spiderwebs of frost spread over his face as it flares with cold instead of heat, and inside his chest his false heartbeat does something strange, like it sparks; like lightning.
when she moves away, he still doesn't snap out of his daze. he stares at her wide-eyed, very much the look of a startled deer, the cool colors of his blush reaching high on his cheeks, tinged at the tips of his ears and down his neck. there's a moment where it seems like he's going to speak, but all that comes out of his mouth is a cracked sound, ah— and the attempt breathes out mist and glittering ice. he's gone so cold that it bleeds into the air around him.
he's been kissed on the cheek by Loki once or twice, but this is so different. because that's playful, it's teasing; it still makes Jack feel like his magic might just sputter out and he'll just die, but he knows what a kiss like that means and it's something that can be safely filed away. what is he expected to do with this? it's affection, of course, (and it makes him light-headed to think of that, choked and overwhelmed) but it's— this is— it seems like a mistake. it's too much to be given to him and he can't imagine what Katniss is thinking or how she feels towards him, what happened to cause — this. for Jack Frost, who's never— who would never— ]
Um.
[ that's as coherent as he can manage. at least he's definitely not displeased or upset by the kiss; he just looks... lost. ]
[ katniss hasn't kissed many people. peeta, gale. people she's known her whole life, in one way or another. she's cold when she pulls away from jack, but it's not because of her feelings. it's jack. she touches her own mouth, unsure whether she's done something wrong. the spoon's still in her other hand. she doesn't know what to say, but when does she ever?
that's katniss. bluntly slamming into things without really thinking about it.
she - should come up with something though. because it's jack and no matter how old he is, they both kind of feel like they need taking care of where she's considered.
maybe she feels like that about everyone. it's kind of a thing. ]
Thank you.
[ should she not have done that? it - seems - bad. ]
[ the quick kiss threw him off so much that for a moment, Jack isn't sure what he's being thanked for, so far removed from the carved spoon that he was so nervous about not five minutes ago. giving Katniss such a silly gift doesn't seem like it could possibly be connected to what just happened; those two actions aren't at all equal. still — in the aftermath of the shock, something kinder settles in, grateful and pleased and immensely fond. ]
You too. [ he shifts, and it breaks the stiff countenance like a frightened animal that had come over him. but he still looks dazed and fragile, vulnerable, a little like he might just tip over. ] I— Thanks.
[ for the kiss; for thinking the gift was worth that; for accepting it; for being fond of him at all. ]
[ katniss has different priorities than most people her age, teenagers who were born into worlds that weren't falling apart around them. jack gave her something homemade - he made it with his own two hands. katniss can't imagine anything better.
she reaches up to ruffle jack's hair gently, unsure whether she should be touching him more or less. ]
I'll use it all the time.
[ she means that too. she's going to go everywhere with this spoon. ]
[ he's getting used to small touches from Katniss and Hiccup with all the time they've spent together, but that doesn't mean he'll ever be less sensitive to it; he leans into her hand even as she simply ruffles his hair, pushing up into the touch like a cat. this, at least, is something he can cope with by now. the kiss can be fretted over later when he's alone. ]
Okay, well, good luck eating a steak with that thing. [ the daze must be clearing, because he manages a smile now, small and crooked. ] Make sure I get to see that.
[ the funny thing is that katniss doesn't consider herself a person who's comfortable with touch. but jack's made her reconsider that stance quite a bit, considering how jittery he gets. but she can at least understand where he's coming from. ]
I'll work something out. [ you just try and see whether you can stop her. ] Knife in one hand, spoon in the other.
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when she moves away, he still doesn't snap out of his daze. he stares at her wide-eyed, very much the look of a startled deer, the cool colors of his blush reaching high on his cheeks, tinged at the tips of his ears and down his neck. there's a moment where it seems like he's going to speak, but all that comes out of his mouth is a cracked sound, ah— and the attempt breathes out mist and glittering ice. he's gone so cold that it bleeds into the air around him.
he's been kissed on the cheek by Loki once or twice, but this is so different. because that's playful, it's teasing; it still makes Jack feel like his magic might just sputter out and he'll just die, but he knows what a kiss like that means and it's something that can be safely filed away. what is he expected to do with this? it's affection, of course, (and it makes him light-headed to think of that, choked and overwhelmed) but it's— this is— it seems like a mistake. it's too much to be given to him and he can't imagine what Katniss is thinking or how she feels towards him, what happened to cause — this. for Jack Frost, who's never— who would never— ]
Um.
[ that's as coherent as he can manage. at least he's definitely not displeased or upset by the kiss; he just looks... lost. ]
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that's katniss. bluntly slamming into things without really thinking about it.
she - should come up with something though. because it's jack and no matter how old he is, they both kind of feel like they need taking care of where she's considered.
maybe she feels like that about everyone. it's kind of a thing. ]
Thank you.
[ should she not have done that? it - seems - bad. ]
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You too. [ he shifts, and it breaks the stiff countenance like a frightened animal that had come over him. but he still looks dazed and fragile, vulnerable, a little like he might just tip over. ] I— Thanks.
[ for the kiss; for thinking the gift was worth that; for accepting it; for being fond of him at all. ]
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she reaches up to ruffle jack's hair gently, unsure whether she should be touching him more or less. ]
I'll use it all the time.
[ she means that too. she's going to go everywhere with this spoon. ]
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Okay, well, good luck eating a steak with that thing. [ the daze must be clearing, because he manages a smile now, small and crooked. ] Make sure I get to see that.
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I'll work something out. [ you just try and see whether you can stop her. ] Knife in one hand, spoon in the other.