BlackIce Advent Calendar Prompts:

December 1: The First Snow. The cold has swept through and Jack is doing what he does best, only this time he introduces a certain Nightmare King to the wonders of his craft.

The fire was warm and so was the aged wine that coated his tongue wonderfully. His fingertip played with the pages of the worn book in his lap as his golden eyes scanned the familiar page. Everything was thing was perfect until an annoying draft of chilled air found its way into his study. He growled in annoyance, but he was determined to ignore the nuisance. Though, that didn't last long.

It started off slow when the small frozen particles of water fell down on him, but it didn't stay that way. He was quickly covered in at least an inch of snow. His wine ruined and his book covered. It didn't help that he had to hear its giggling.

"Frost," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't toss you out and keep you out?" He glared, not in any particular direction. He refused to look at the boy, knowing he his anger would dissolve.

"Is that anyway to react to a gift?" Jack asked teasingly from above him. Pitch could only assume the boy was hanging from his light fixture again.

"You call this a gift?" Pitch said in distaste.

"Of course!" Jack replied as he glided down to the end of the couch where Pitch's feet where. "I thought I'd share the first snow of the year with you," says this time with a shy smile.

Pitch stared slightly wide eyed at the boy, making him fidget a bit, obviously unsure about what he did. He was shocked that Jack would even think about sharing something like this with him, but he was even more shocked at how it made him want to smile. He let out a sigh as he set his wine glass on the nearby side table and brushed the snow out of his book before closing it and setting it down on the table as well. He looks at Jack to see the boy looking down sadly.

"Pitch, I'm sorry. I didn't think this would upset you…I thought…"

Pitch moved over and grasped Jack's chin forcing him to look back up. "Jack, thank you," he whispered before kissing the tip of Jack's nose lightly. He pulls back just in time to see Jack's face flush red. A smile tugged at his lips and he allowed it. This was a much better way to spend the evening.