MewWitch

He checked the time again before staring across the table at the still empty seat. Where could he be? Why was Jack so late? Bunnymund tried not to let the anxiety get to him, such emotions as worry and uneasiness were beneath one of his villainous stature. That didn't stop him from fidgeting nervously with the candle at the center of the table though. Then, just as he was starting to think that maybe Tooth had be right about the sturdiness of his relationship, he heard his (assumed) name being called out. "Jamie!" "Jack." He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. The white haired young man plopped down heavily into his seat, l

Hope is the bloom which fights its way through Up past the concrete, searching for morning's dew It finds the cracks and presses on Never letting the cold of the night keep it from the dawn. It waits on its haunches, poised to spring To bound through the air with joys to bring With bursts of color - the world begins again A rebirth of life - Fresh as the rain.