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[freezespirited]

[No one can see him, not even himself. He forgot a long time ago what he looks like, and he wonders if anyone even remembers who he is. Not that he can exactly go and ask someone. He holds onto his cloak, digging his hands into the fine, intricately detailed fabric, more of a decoration than a barrier against the cold. Snow falls wherever he walks, sticking to the ground a bit longer than normal snow. He talks to himself to keep himself company, mostly commenting on anyone else he sees. The curse missed his voice, even if it silenced it from everyone else. Right now he follows someone carrying groceries.]

Heading home?

[No answer.]

People are talking that there could be a blizzard. [No they're not.] Sure that's enough if you're stuck in your...whatever you call what you live in?

[No answer.]

[So he tries harder. He talks and talks, about the mundane and the extraordinary, until without thinking, he gives one light tug to the bag, causing the person to drop it, ruining everything and making a mess. Jack laughs, loudly and a little wild. He feels a little guilty afterward, but no real harm done, right? Now that the distraction's over, his mood sours once again. He doesn't know what else to do, but what other choice does he have but to keep trying? The snow whips around him violently, as he wanders, looking for someone new to follow.]

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[freezespirited]

And you have my sympathy.

[Jack jumps back, startled, which has little to do with Arthur's demand. He gives a thrilled shout, jumping in the air to land on his table once again, laughing and probably knocking a few things over.]

You actually see me!

[He wishes his voice wouldn't sound so hoarse there, but he doesn't notice.]

[rule_britannia]

Yes, I bloody see you, in all your wondrously scruffy glory.

[He's just going to move forward now to chivvy Jack off the table before he breaks something.]

[freezespirited]

[That's the first time he's ever been called scruffy, but he doesn't care. He laughs, so close to crying, waving his arms around dangerously close to hitting Arthur as he steps off the table.]

You broke the curse! You brilliant, courageous wizard! I must repay you. Anything you want, gold, riches, books, tools, a new table, anything and it's yours.

[rule_britannia]

[He steps back from the excited young man, and as much as he's trying to hold on to his irritation he can't help the faint smile that pulls at one corner of his mouth.]

Should it suit you, I'd like to keep the favour until such time as I need it.

[freezespirited]

[His head bobs up and down in an eager nod. It starts to snow in the room, soft, almost blue colored flakes.]

Of course. And know you are always welcome in my Kingdom. Should you wish to visit, lodging can be provided at the castle.