Song: Crystalised by The xx
Two - Forgive
The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.
-Thomas Szasz
An awkward silence fell upon the workshop, faces turned staring blankly at the owner of the name announced sitting near the far end of the table, opposite North. Even this dark being of a soul looked perplexed as he stared at the table with a non-existent eyebrow raised, unsure of how to respond to the offer in question. Meanwhile Ama too kept her position steady as before, hand still at her chin, looking at the ceiling as if her answer was just one of the options she was considering in her mind.
North asked for confirmation, "My apologies if we heard wrong Miss. Melainis, but did you just say Black, as in Pitch? Pitch Black?"
"You heard me right." Ama confirmed in response. Turning to look at the old guardian, with a stern look on her face, telling she was serious.
"If you think he can help you, care to explain to us why you chose such a clashing spirit that has dangerous background and past?"
Faces back to her, they awaited her interpretation of the man of fear, which naturally many thought would have evil intentions lingering forever, but this wasn't the case. To her, he was invited to the meeting for a reason. "Well, if you must know, I work to give people a chance in finding true love. To create perfect scenarios at the perfect moment. Sometimes though, some people can be too forward with others, which can rub off the wrong way, leaving these people to be alone for a very long time. It is up to me to ensure that they give true love at the right time, but if they go ahead on their own, with their overconfident personalities, I cannot stop them from their actions. This is why it's hard to find someone a perfect match when they're too confident in themselves, but someone eventually will have to accept something that comes off as bold. My only job is to find the perfect match, get them together by putting loving thoughts about the other in their head and then strike them with my arrow to confirm their love as true. For this reason, I need Pitch to help me give a little fear to those who are desperately seeking love because they need to learn to take things slow. So yeah, I consider that a lovely justification on why fear is necessary in my work." Ama finished with a nod and a self-assured smile.
Some seemed unconvinced by her rhetoric, others were left in thought whispering to each other. Was it gossip or agreement? She sat quietly contemplating the latter. At least the guardians settled their feud and came to terms with the king of fear five years after defeating him, though still couldn't forgive him after that incident with the children ten years ago. She couldn't relate to their situation since children aren't her specialty and it wasn't her job to protect children, that's what the Guardians were for. Sure, he had evil intentions of taking over the world with fear but what chances did he have against the guardians, let alone children? Children are powerful beings after all.
Ama had heard word of how his own nightmares chased him down a hole in the ground to be locked down there in darkness until this meeting. She shivered, thinking about the cruel punishment he had to go through, even though he does thrive in the darkness, she couldn't imagine life in the dull shadowy dark caverns that he spent there alone. Since the time the dark spirit was stopped he was probably healing from the realization that no one believed in him. The fact that Pitch had a maniacal and laughable plan didn't faze her choice, she felt pity for him because he never truly harmed any mortal beings, he thought of spreading fear, yes, but he did have his relatable thoughts on wanting to have someone see him, and no one was hurt. She was informed by someone that Pitch tried to persuade Jack Frost into joining him by telling him how he longed for a family. This shows how manipulative he could be, but she still had to give him credit on showing his true feelings even though they were used for the wrong reasons. It showed he had a heart too. A cold one.
What I'd give to provide him some form of comfort. She stopped mid thought, she was offering the chance for companionship by trusting him to help her with her duties. Maybe even friendship! Ama smiled wide inwardly, or at least she thought until her eyes were looking directly at Pitch. His face telling her how much of an idiot she must've made herself to be. Which made her wonder what was going on through his end of the spectrum. She hoped he would take her offer with acceptance. Besides it wasn't every day that someone would want to ask for help, let alone work with him. Or even consider a friendship with the Boogeyman.
As her gaze was lingering on his shadowy face, she realized that she had never interacted with this specific spirit. She was always on duty for the daytime, because that's when most people were out and about, as for nighttime...well. Those are some details saved for another time, kiddos.
She doesn't know what she's getting herself into. Pitch had been watching her facial expressions as she was daydreaming, or spacing out, or thinking, he didn't know. He was taken aback when Ama more or less gave a speech with evidence supporting that she is willing to trust him to help her. Is it in her nature to ask the unexpected for their help? Has she forgotten what I nearly accomplished successfully ten years ago? Shouldn't love hate the hated? Shouldn't love hate fear? Shouldn't love hate the evil? These thoughts ran in his head as he was staring perplexed at her violet eyes.
They both sat silently, having a staring contest while those around them proceeded to buzz with the debatable choice Ama had made, or so she thought. During this short yet long moment, she began to lose herself in his eyes, of course it was mostly the eyes that caught her attention about the spirits and people she loved around her, or their smiles. Everyone was unique and had an attribute about them that was different than the other. She never took thought on what aspect she loved about Pitch, it was probably the fact that she had never actually met or talked, nor even thought about him for the matter because it was never something to put her mind on. She had nothing to do with fear until now. He hasn't caused any trouble to her line of work, so she respected him and possibly the purpose he was created for.
Now that he was two seats away across from her, she decided that it would be his golden and silver eclipse eyes that would make her heart feel warm inside. Everyone made her heart feel warm.
Little did Pitch know she couldn't feel hatred towards anyone, as they shared this short yet long moment. Trying to intimidate her with his cold menacing eyes boring into her soul. Ama noticed the action and appreciated his efforts in seducing her. For this reason, she gave a wink, a smirk and a flirtatious wave. Pitch's eyes grew wide at the young woman in front of him in distaste, and almost in disgust, yet annoyance, he rolled his eyes. He was trying to figure her out, and they hadn't even spoken a word to each other yet. Of course she would play a mind game with him, she was the spirit of love, it was her job.
