It was a cold, dim, boring Monday morning. All was silent in Pitch's lair. Jack was hoarding all the covers to one side of the bed as he had discovered that a bit of warm wasn't always that bad. The Nightmares were kept in their newly installed stables that he had constructed soon after the frost prince had moved into the nightmare king's abode. Jack simply couldn't stand that they had free reign over the lair all hours of the day, just free to gallivant around and cover the floor in lairs of nightmare dust that cascaded off their bodies as they moved.
Oddly enough if one listened hard enough they would be able to hear a harsh whispering that was echoing off the caves walls.
"What do you mean you lost it!" The voice was low and said in such a menacing tone that even if the speaker wore a pink tutu and a princess crown bopping people on the head with a wand while he spoke, you would still know he meant business. (Not that I'm saying he's not wearing that, but I'm also not saying he is.) Another frantic voice could be heard on the other side of the phone that Pitch black, king of nightmares, was holding in a near death grip up to his face. Pitch scrunched his eyebrows together tightly and clenched his empty hand into a tight fist.
"Are you telling me that you all just happened to lose it the day I have had planned for the last three months?!" This day was supposed to be perfect. But no it was dark and dreary outside and while Pitch usually rejoiced in dark days like this, today was not the day for this. Today was the day he was finally going to propose to Jack. They had been a couple for sixteen and a half years, which while a long time for humans was actually really short for spirits. After all Loki and Helios dated for 23 years before getting married. Marriage was taken completely serious among spirits. Spirits didn't believe in divorce as they viewed that as the breaking of vows, which was something highly frowned upon in their society. Pitch Black however was one of the oldest spirits on the planet and if he knew one thing, just one thing. He knew that the feeling that Jack gave him in his stomach anytime he smiled or laughed or snuggled into him when he was asleep or even when he woke up on Christmas morning and to a houseful of guardians and Jack yelling about presents. Pitch knew that this feeling would never go away. He knew that in way over a thousand years, he had never felt that way about anyone and he wasn't willing to wait until the society around him said it was acceptable to put a ring on his Jack's finger. Not wanting to wake up Jack, (Who was asleep in the bed across the room) Pitch decided to end this argument early.
"You will have that ring in my hand by 7 o'clock on the dot." Leaving no room for argument he slammed the phone shut.
Jack had always wondered why he Got a flip phone when it seemed everyone else in the world had the newest version of the I-phone and now would be the best way to explain that. Just pushing a button to end an angry conversation didn't feel right, Pitch much preferred to hear the snap when he shut the phone. Jack of course said that he had problems and maybe he should 'use your little flip phone to call up a psychiatrist, because you've got problems.'
Rubbing his temple he went to wake up Jack, just because Cupid was being an idiot did not mean that he would let that ruin his day. Besides, they had plans. Kneeling down to Jack's side of the bed, Pitch reached over to shake Jack awake.
"Jack, c'mon my little snowflake, time to wake up." Jack's brow furrowed and he popped opened a bleary eye.
"Did you just call me 'your little snowflake'?" Pitch nearly cursed, he was being too obvious now.
"Of course not..I said... Why are you not awake?" 'Smooth Pitch,' He thought trying to avoid looking into Jack's eye.
"Uh-huh sure, so why am I getting up now?" Jack yawned as he sat up, trying to brush the sleep from his eyes. Pitch reached over to run his hands through Jack's unkempt hair.
"It's a secret." Pitch whispered mysteriously before smirking and standing up.
"So come on and get dressed, I want to get there before it starts getting too hot out." Pitch walked out of the room before Jack could start to question him about their destination. Pitch had this whole day planned and now all he could do was hope that the rain in Burgess would subside before 7:00. But Pitch Black wasn't going to let a little rain stand in the way of his perfect day. It was the beginning of Spring and the perfect temperature for Jack to go outside without feeling uncomfortable, it was also coincidentally the perfect day to propose to the very same silver-haired ice spirit.
AN- Well this didn't come out as well as I wished I could have written it, but here it is. I guess this could also be read as a stand alone (Meaning you don't have to read the original), but it I'm writing it as the sequel to 'To sleep or not to sleep'