Totally OOC and really long, I'm really sorry ; - ;

Jack Frost and Pitch Black belong to Dreamworks!


The midnight blue sky was dotted with arches of clear frost, the moon — a bright, glowing plate on a midnight blue table — coated everything with an otherwordly veil of light. The tree the Nightmare King had been leaning against was encased with ice, seeming to be a delicate creation under glass; the opalescent snow like crushed diamonds. The pond nearby was so charming; frozen at its banks into lacy ice patterns, but otherwise clear, and he found it.. astounding it had yet to freeze over.

Considering it was evident that the boy had been here. If he ever showed, Pitch would admit he was quite pleased with his work this time around. Perhaps it would give him a swollen ego..

Pitch couldn't comprehend what was so bothersome about him. Was it his pallid hair? His cobalt eyes? Or was it just him overall? Was it even his smooth, rose-tinged ivory skin?

He assumed he would never receive an answer. Abrupt wind truculently nipped and bit at his exposed skin, with more snow drifting like miniature kisses from the dark heavens. It was enough of a signal for him to conceal himself from sight; backing behind the tree. As long extremities brushed the ice, frost began to film over his fingertips.
When the boy's hood dropped, ice clung to his hair, frost dusted his cheeks, and snow coated his clothing. A smile graced his lips, and, as a svelte hand coursed through his hair, the ice melted. In his opposite hand, was his wooden staff. The Boogeyman swore he had deliberately fractured it in half, but decided not to question it.

He was near to call out to the winter spirit, but ceased, when Jack stepped forward. When his foot brushed the water, ice spread out, like lacy flowers, providing the boy a solid ground to walk on. When he was in the center of the frozen pond, he merely.. stayed there. His cobalt eyes blankly stared forward, and he came close to shrieking when the Nightmare King's voice called out.

"Jack."

The spirit looked over his shoulder; the moonlight settling on him, and it backlit his hair. The expression of fear washed away, replaced with a smile.

"Pitch! I didn't know you were here. What are you up to?"

Pitch lifted his shoulders, then slumped them. He stepped from his location, out into the open. By now, Jack had completely turned around; an expression that Pitch could describe as… pleased, written on his face. His sylphlike frame had stepped off of the pond, and was now several inches away from the Nightmare King.

"What on earth do you think?"

"I'll assume scaring people, since we both know you scared me. I could feel your ego swelling with unhidden pride all the way over there!"

Pitch responded with a playful smack to the side of Jack's head, his laughter like church bells. His laughter waned away, and his face was now painted with a curious stare. An amused look crossed the Nightmare King's face as he crouched to Jack's height (which was actually quite short), where he then duplicated the expression. "What are you looking at now, Jack?" he queried.

"Your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"They're so.. so.. lovely! There's just a hint of gold around your pupils, with the iris, like a… platinum colour."

Jack began to trip and stumble over his words; apologising for seeming so self-conscious, so awkward. He peeped when two masculine hands grabbed his face, the eyes he was just examining now examining his own. The winter spirit's deep blue eyes reminded him of cobalt glass, and the Boogeyman smiled a legitimate smile.

"Well. It seems like your eyes are quite charming, as well. If only the rest of you was like that."

Pitch smirked as Jack began to protest, seeming like an annoyed kitten; glaring at the other man as he stood. He even brought out a laugh as the smaller boy tried to jump up, and slap the side of his head, but missing by inches.

Perhaps he'd let Jack go nightmare-free tonight.


R&R? o u o