OMG I swear I didn't die yet! I'm so so sorry for this long absence, but my muse decided to flee and I couldn't make my mind work. I deeply apologize for being away for so long and for leaving this terribly short chapter. I'm gonna reply to all your reviews on private because you guys are great and I don't deserve all your love, but thank you so so much for being around. It means a lot to me and I promise I'll finish this story! Thank you so much!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

Summary: Jack does like his camera.

90. Photos (2019)
Welcome Home

If there was something he truly enjoyed about that little town lost in the middle of nowhere were all the great, beautiful photos he could take all the time. Everyone always seemed to eager to let him take pictures of everyone, of every garden and pretty window he noticed on his path, and he loved it. For some reason Jack never cared to truly understand, all those photos always made everything seem a bit more... real. Not that things weren't real enough, yet sometiems he got that strange feeling in the back of his head gnawing at his senses, whispering that his life was just a bittersweet dream and soon he'd wake up to face his true reality - which didn't seem to be a pleasant one at all. And then he'd dismiss the stupid voice with no hesitation as he took another photo, and another, giggling at his own childish thoughts.

Everything was just fine.
Everything was real and so was his family, and friends, and home, and he shouldn't worry at all-

"Photobomb!" Johann laughed loudly, arms wrapped at Jack's chest as they posed for yet another of the endless selfies they took every morning the moment one of them was awaken enough to reach the camera. The white, sudden flash still blinded them and snapped them completely awake in the same second it died out. "Don't you think we're too old for that?" And every morning Johann would ask that, his voice always ringing a bit too happily about what should be a serious question.

"Nah." Jack simply scoffed as always, pretending to be too focused on his new recent photos to pay attention to his twin, because he really didn't want to be too old for that. No one should be old enough for photos, he had decided. Photos should be kept forever. A way to help him remember he wasn't going mad, that his life was as real as it could be. "We can think about it when we're married. Or something."

There was a moment of silence that lasted for a heartbeat, and then Johann was moving around the bed, all long limbs and being as obnoxious as he could be.

"Or something."

Jack replied by taking another pic.

Guest: I'll explain this timeline better on the upcoming chapters! It's a confusing timeline indeed, and I'm sorry about it ;;

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