Prompt: December 9: A Late Night Cup of Tea
The winter time is always good for a nice warm beverage, especially in the evening hours. Despite the cold not really affecting either of them, they still enjoy it. Jack has become quite fond of hot chocolate.
Back to another AU. Is it the same as before? Possibly, but probably not.
Pitch started outside as the snow started to fall heavier. He probably should head home, but the warmth of the coffee shop and the tea he held tightly in his hands grounded him. He probably wasn't going to leave until there was enough snow to make walking more of a chore. He didn't want to go home…
"Hello grumpy."
Pitch nearly jumped at the sound of the voice. He turned to look at the holder of such a deep voice and was surprised to see a young man had taken the seat across from him. The boy has shockingly white hair, possibly whiter teeth from the smile he was giving him, but surprisingly that wasn't what attracted his attention the most. It was those eyes. They were bluest eyes he had ever seen. How could anyone have such eyes?
He quickly directed his eyes back outside. He wasn't in the mood to make conversation with a stranger. No matter how handsome the stranger may be.
"So, what are you going out so late?" the young man tried again to get him to talk.
Pitch easily ignored him, but he couldn't ignore the sickly sweet smell coming from him. He glanced over and noticed the cup in front of him and grimaced, returning his attention back to the people hurrying home.
"Not a fan of hot chocolate?" the young man continued. "I personally love the stuff, but to each their own."
He could hear the young man drinking down the sweet drink. He wondered if he was trying to be purposely loud as he drank.
"Not much of a talker?" Still he continued. "That's alright. I've been known to talk enough for two people." The young man let out a small chuckle. It was deep, playful, and it made Pitch shiver slightly. He quickly reprimanded himself and made sure to keep himself from doing that again.
"I just got in here, but it looks like you've been here for a while. I need a pick me up after babysitting my friend's kids. She has so many! Personally, my favorite is Baby Tooth, but don't tell them that," he kept talking as if Pitch would be meeting these people. He didn't want to meet these people. He wanted a quiet evening.
"Before that, I was working with my uncle. He has a toyshop in town and since Christmas is around the corner, he's been really busy," he says with a sigh. "I told him he should as help from Bunny or even Sandy, but the man believes he can do everything by himself. If I wasn't family, I'm sure he wouldn't have me helping."
Pitch didn't know when, but know he was paying more attention to the boy speaking than to the outside world.
"Bunny would be great at helping him. He's good with doing things in a short period of time, even Sandy agreed, but still, he won't budge." He was silent after that. Pitch was surprised and somewhat wanted the boy to keep speaking. "So… Tall, dark, and handsome, you got a name?"
Pitch looked over just as the young man leaned forward on the table.
"I'm Jack, if you want to know," he kept going.
Pitch stayed silent and looked the boy in the eyes, hoping to unnerve him and possibly make him go away, but it only succeeded in making him think again on how stunning the young man's eyes were.
"You have beautiful eyes."
Pitch eyes widened slightly. He nearly thought he had said the words, but it wasn't his voice that whispered that. Pitch silently stared at the young man until the boy started to blush a bit. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but Pitch beat him to it. "Pitch."
"Huh?" the boy looked confused.
"My name is Pitch. Pitch Black," he said.
The young man started to smile. "Pitch Black? That's," he didn't finish his sentence before laughing.
Pitch glared slightly.
"Sorry," he said between laughs. "It's not often I find names worse than mine."
Pitch raised a hairless eyebrow. "And that name would be?"
The boy smirked. "Jack Frost."
Pitch let out an amused snort.
"See! It's pretty bad, right?" the young man said with a laugh of his own.
He nodded. "Are you sure my name is worse?" he teased before he could stop himself.
This only make the boy smile more, if possible. "Well, maybe it's a tie."
Pitch smiled at the- No. Pitch smiled at Jack. It seemed that his night turning for the better.
Two in one day! I can't believe it!
