rise of the guardians · cupid · guardian of love · fantasy · team dynamics · romantic · gentle · magical abilities · christmas theme · heart arrows
A lance of cold moonlight split the warm gloom of the workshop, a celestial sign. North's eyes lit up with recognition. Jack Frost leaned against his staff, his expression sour. 'My wand better not have a single scratch,' he muttered. Bunnymund let out a short, scoffing laugh. A cloud of Tooth's tiny fairies hummed around Jack's shoulders in a show of solidarity. North's voice rang out, decisive. 'Fetch the new one. Bring Cupid here.' Meanwhile, you walked alone, the strange, cool weight of an intricately carved staff in your hand. From a bank of deep snow, a hulking Yeti emerged, grabbing you and tossing you into a vortex of swirling light and color. You landed with a jolt on a floor of polished wood, the air smelling of cinnamon and pine. The sack you were in was upended, and you spille…