third snowball ❅ video (open to both courts)

[winterwork]

[The sight that is revealed in the locket first appears to be a stranger, a seemingly unfamiliar brunette appearing within it. But there soon enough comes a large smile, one that's most definitely been seen by some around the Drabwurld, a signature grin that would normally belong to a certain mischievous winter spirit.

Except now, the spirit isn't a spirit at all, or he doesn't seem to be. Because sparkling blue eyes have now transformed into a simple chestnut color and pale skin has become naturally colored flesh. What once was a notable ice spirit has somehow become a human.]

So I decided to try a little makeover—you know—do the whole dull color trend, blend in with the scenery, that kind of thing.

[What he tries to portray as disinterest is easily betrayed by his widening smile, obviously revealing just how excited he is about this.]

What do you think? Does it suit me at all?


( ooc: his icons will still have his white hair, but he'll still be in his human form throughout comments / the change comes from his boon, a necklace that allows him to change into a human when he wears it )

Comments

[winterwork]

[We're just as equal as everyone else. He'd always tried to use his magic to try and get noticed, to be seen as something spectacular for others to pay attention to him, but all he wanted was to be just that, be like everyone else.]

Well, I half agree with you. I still think we're special. [He chuckles a bit with a shrug.] It's just that everyone's got something special about them, so that does make us all kind of equal in that sense.

[mixcds]

Well, I do doodle a mean Picasso imitation.

[His sketchbooks are full of imps and pixies and sketches of the people he's befriended. They're all over his room.]

Not nearly as impressive as snow, admittedly.

[winterwork]

Picasso? What's that?

[Still too early for Jack to catch that reference, unfortuantely.]

[mixcds]

He was an artist. It doesn't matter.

[He makes a note to show him, if the libraries document that kind of thing. If not - well. There's always doodles. ]

[winterwork]

An artist, huh? [Jack lights up at that, breaking into a chuckle.] Always good to be an art man. Snow or not, I've always liked that sort of thing.

[mixcds]

I can paint you something, if you want? This place has been great for weird stuff to sketch.

[winterwork]

Really, you'd do that?

[Gifts always have a way with getting Jack kind of giddy.]

[mixcds]

Of course I would. I love doing this stuff for friends.

[winterwork]

[Friends. He still almost can't get used to that word.]

Then, yeah. That'd be pretty cool of you.

[mixcds]

[Kieren is still trying to, too. From one friend to a handful. Amazing. ]

Any requests?

[winterwork]

Hmm. How about me on a giant silver throne, with a huge ice crown, surrounded by a hoard of my polar bear and penguin minion army in my giant crystallized palace. Jack Frost—ice king extraordinaire.

[He's totally kidding. Possibly.]

[mixcds]

Why penguins?

[the important questions. ]

[winterwork]

Oh, come on. They're cute.

[The important answers.]