I'm woken from my light sleep by the sensation of eyes on me. Cracking my eyes open slightly, just enough to see what's in front of me, I see Pitch's unmistakable figure looking down at me. Without a seconds hesitation, my arm darts upward and grabs the collar of his robe and pull him down, whilst arching my back to push myself up. Our lips press against each other's and I can feel the warmth of his for the first time. The taste of dark chocolate and Ginger. I enjoy the taste and feel, not realising how long the kiss is lasting. I open my eyes to look up at Pitch, to endulge his perfect look. However, I'm shocked when I see his face has twisted into surprise and discomfort, his eyes wide and worried. Pulling away I quickly retract my arm and jump to my feet. I hold my hands out slightly.

"Pitch, I'm so sorry, I have no idea why I did that! I didn't even know you were there." I quickly lie, slightly hurt that I was rejected by someone that I was sure had feelings for me. He takes a few steps away from me, a look of pure disgust etching into his face. That's it, I've blown it. He's gonna throw me out onto the streets again and I'll have to powerlessly fend for myself for the next twenty hours. He clears his throat, gathering his composure and walking toward the entrance toward the lair.

"I need to go out for... Something. Don't make too much... Havoc whilst I'm gone." He tells me, exiting swiftly with confused thoughts. I feel the bewilderment hit me. I honestly thought he would explode and throw me out, but I'm pretty sure he has no clue what's going on now, in a similar boat with me.


I'm so confused. I mean, yeah I had no reason to believe that he held feelings toward me, and rescuing me certainly didn't mean anything in the way that I was putting it across, but I thought I felt something. Lying on the couch, stretched out and looking up, I can still see his figure leaning over me. He was there for a fair few moments, a lot longer than he would be to just check if I was asleep or not. That's gotta mean something, right? Why am I bothering though? Why am I so interested in forcing myself to believe he likes me? I'm a Guardian and he's the Nightmare King, we're supposed to be enemies. However, I never was one to follow the rules. Yet, that makes it sound like I want a fiddle round with him just for a stand of defiance against, more, rules. I've never felt or understood the emotion of love. Well, I love the Guardians, but more like a diverse family. Pitch was something different... I've never had this feeling around anyone before. A 'fuzzy' feeling, whenever I see him, my stomach twists into knots and I never know how to react to his words. I want him to love me so much... To love me back. I was in love with my enemy...

"Jack? Are you ok? You look a little... Shaken." Pitch questions, looking down at me. When did he get back?!

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I just -uh- had a nightmare." I reply, stretching my arms out slightly. Well done idiot, tell the Nightmare King that you had a nightmare.

"We both know that's a lie, because I didn't even get a notion that you were suffering through one, but I'll leave it and ignore your lie." Pitch sighs, walking from me and into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

"Pitch?!" I call, scanning the darkness, "don't go." I whisper to myself. Maybe I should tell him. Or maybe I should at least leave it till I have my powers again. But then MiM will hear me... I detest decisions.

"Don't you ever wonder about yourself, frost?" His voice questions, seemingly separate from his body.

"What do you mean by that?" I question, scanning the darkness for his figure.

"Don't you ever question your limits? Have you never tried to find what your boundaries are? The last time you achieved a new feat in your powers, was against me. Which means, you have no idea how much more power you can unlock." He explains, his voice being cast around the room, constantly changing direction and volume. I pause and continue to listen, waiting for a further explanation.

"Without me you can never discover your true potential. You really think that, with me gone, you'll need to find what you're capable of?" He finishes, finally emerging from the shadows and standing in front of me.

"What about you? Do you know your limits?" I question, suddenly getting defensive.

"I know everything about my 'limits'," he begins, bending down so his face his level with mine, "you still think you were truly alone in the lake when you drowned?" He questions, watching my reaction closely. Standing up straight again, obviously pleased with my sudden expression of wide eyes and gaped mouth.

"I could be out, wreaking havoc on the world above, but I'm here looking after a powerless human frost spirit." He adds, stepping back into the dark and leaving me to my thoughts.

Now I'm even more confused than I was prior to that conversation. Was that Pitch's sign of affection? Or just another pawn piece in this never ending game of chess which I have been dragged

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