Jason,though hurt and pained dark purple and blue rushed his freckles and underwings,slipped his hands into his pocket of his hoodie and ignored the sad icey gibbering of the little creatures on his shoulders. Little Shade pulling at his ear slightly and the female creature nuzzling him faintly. He pushed away little Shade a bit to stop,and so he did,and bopped a shoulder to stop the little female creature. His expression was disinterested and calm.

Ash turned away, heading back towards the doors. He didn't even glance at Jason to see if she was coming.

He didn't watch him go,inside not sure of what to do now. He felt the cracks lining his cheeks deepen a bit,small shards of rainbow glass falling down. Little Shade whimpered like a cold winter breeze as he saw them drop. The little female creature just poked him with her sharp angled snout as if to say 'No,please no.' but in a silent way.

Ash froze at the sound. For just a moment, his hands clenched at his sides. A possible sign that he might actually still care. But then...


"Are you coming?" he asked, his voice dead of emotion.

He looked at him for a moment before following at at least 4 feet behind. He didn't say a thing,only tried to stop the two little creatures from gurgling silently but happily. He put Shade in his hoodie pocket at the little female creature on his head,for some reason she actually liked it there.

He nods, not saying anything else. He escorts him to his room and then goes off who knows where

(Is it okay if for the next few posts I get a little controlling?)

(Sure,I don't mind.Do as you wish. ^w^) Jason feels little Shade huff a snow flaked sigh,somehow he felt that the little creature,having a personality similar to Shade's old one but one of his own,had been hoping for something specific to happen.

Suddenly, he's feeling dizzy, darkness closing in on the corners of his eyes. He should probably sit or lay down before he passed out. Maybe what he had hoped for before was finally coming true, to just die.

Little Shade and the creature squeaked ice rubbing sounds and hopped onto his shoulders. Shade pulled at his ear worriedly as he put a hand to his head,feeling the pain of the cracks in his neck shoot up into his jaw. The little creature used her wings and flapped and flew in front of him,pushing him till he fell to the bed.

He soon drifted for a while, neither awake nor asleep, caught somewhere between the two. Hazy, half-remembered dreams swam across his vision, mingling with reality until he didn't know which was which. Shapes and voices floated in and out of her consciousness: Tiaothin telling him to snap out of it because she was bored, Rowan talking to Queen Mab, another voice telling the queen that he might never wake up. Sometimes he dreamed that Ash was in the room, standing in a corner or beside his bed, just watching him with bright silver eyes. In his delirium, he might have heard him whisper that he was sorry.