Do you even care?!

My heart didn't have room for sadness, but it had room for anger, and seeing Jack sparked that anger within me. He didn't care about me...But yet he had the audacity to ask me what was wrong and act like he cared? He had just lost everything too, but here he was, making snow and sitting on a rooftop. Rage overtook the numbness and I flew up at him, grabbing him by the collar of his cloak and looking directly in his now pale blue eyes. "Jackson Overland!" I shouted, using his old name without thinking. "Do you care that you've lost everyone you loved? Do you care that the person you loved most in the world is dead now? Have you really moved on that easily?"

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The above is an excerpt from Chapter 13 of my Rise of the Guardians fanfiction, "A Bitter Frost. You can find Chapter 13, as well as links to the other chapters, here: [link]

This is another sketch I did while watching tv because I don't have the patience to just sit and watch a show. I really liked what happened in chapter 13 even though it was really sad and I loved writing this confrontation between Jack and Tooth.

Hand and feet, I suck at them. Also, Tooth's feathers, they take a long time. Damn. I love drawing her but damn.


Other sketch from this chapter:


Chapter 13:

RotG - A Bitter Frost - 13How many times had I promised myself that I wouldn't return to the town I grew up in? I couldn't even remember, but after seeing Pippa and Isaac, I was compelled to check in on them every few weeks. It was never for very long that I visited, just a quick fly through town to peer in the windows. If I had stayed any longer, I would've gotten caught up in my emotions again. I told myself that I couldn't afford to lose time like that, but my fairies picked up the slack easily as long as I kept giving them directions. The real reason I avoided letting myself get too attached was that some part of me believed avoiding the feeling now would make thi

Chapter 1:

RotG - A Bitter Frost - 1 It was the winter of 1709 in the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and it was bitter cold. We lived in a small settlement a few days away from Quincy. Life in our town wasn't easy but there were moments that made it worth it. For me, those moments consisted of spending time with my friends, playing in the snow. Running around, playing tricks on each other and the adults made us forget how cold we were.

I was 16 that year, so I spent most of my time inside with my mother teaching me what she could about cooking and housework while my father took up the task of raising my younger brothers, Isaac and James, to take care of their family. They would go