Hello One and All! It's me! Happy Jackrabbit Week! I've decided to get off of my rather fabulous arse and do something productive-ish.

Here's prompt one: Winter and Spring. Enjoy!

For as long as he could remember, he was cold and ice and snow. It was familiar and safe. The cold did not bother him and the snow was like a cool embrace. The white of the snow was a comfort. The barrenness of woods and meadows alike was a beauty onto itself. The Wind was by his side and Winter was at his finger tips.

Winter had taken his heart for it's own and he was happy.

It was all he needed. All he wanted.

Until one E. Aster Bunnymund; The Easter Kangaroo waltzed right into his life.

Stupid Bunny. With his bright eyes (were eyes even allowed to be that green?)and his bright Warren which was now always open to him (Why was it so colourful, too colourful) and his Spring warm fur.

Oh how he hated that warmth! (Liar, his heart whispered.)

Winter's cold embrace didn't make him feel as though butterflies were dancing in his stomach. The ice didn't make him trip over his own feet occasionally. The snow was far more fun than the lush green grass that resembled Bunny's eyes. (or was it the other way around?)

Spring stopped his fun. It melted his snow and chased away the Frost for which he was named.

Spring was too bright.

Too colourful.

Too Warm.

But still he craved it in his heart of hearts. He wanted the Spring-warm fur. He wanted the green (so much green) eyes to watch him.

Spring had chased away the Winter that once resided in his heart.

He was of Winter's Cold but all he wanted was the One of Spring's Warmth.

Prompt number two will be up tomorrow.