Prompt: December 14: Winter Wonderland
After Jack is finished laying down a lovely coat of snow, he and Pitch enjoy admiring his handiwork. Pitch may or may not admit that; however, as he is a stubborn and prideful creature.
Pitch stared over the snow covered ground, knowing it was a sign that Frost had been around and it was probably best for him to disperse himself back into the shadows before the annoying frost child spotted him, but he couldn't take his eyes from the snow. It was laid beautifully over the grounds with the night sky as its background in the horizon. Even the cursed moon and its light enhanced how the snow looked, casting the shadows from the bare trees across its white, unmarked cover.
Without much warning, he trudged out into the snow, purposely destroying the work of Frost. It probably had taken the boy hours to complete this, but he couldn't stop the satisfied feel he got from destroying the snow. A possibly twisted grin formed on Pitch's face as he moved through the snow. He may have even let out a chuckle or two when he kicked up a particularly large patch a snow.
"You know, you're probably the only person I know that can make kicking snow look like so much fun," a voice called out from above, startling Pitch.
Pitch turned his head and looked up into the tree's to see Jack Frost perched on one of the branches. A smirk, joined with an amused look was on the boy's face. It was infuriating to say the least. "What do you want, Frost?" Pitch demanded more than asked.
"Oh," Jack said as he stood up and swooped down to a lower branch. "I was just flying by when I say a dark figure playing in my freshly fallen snow. I just thought I should check up on this 'stranger' since it was in the middle of the night."
"I wasn't playing, I was-" Pitch stopped himself from saying 'destroying your snow'. It wouldn't have only made him look a fool.
"Doing what?" Jack said intrigued.
Pitch glared up at him. "None of your business," he hissed back.
Jack gave a look similar to a pout. "Still an ass, I see."
"Still a brat," Pitch retorted. He then turned away from Jack and started walking away. A breeze came up from behind him.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Jack yelled until he was beside Pitch.
"Away from you," Pitch said as if it were not already obvious enough.
"Why don't you stay and chat?" Jack insisted.
Pitch stopped and looked at him as if he were crazy. "If you haven't noticed, we are enemies. Not chatting friends," Pitch spat before continuing to walk away.
"Oh come on! I'm bored and you don't look like you're doing anything!" Jack continued as he followed him.
Pitch turned around so quickly that they ended up nose to nose when Jack pulled himself to a stop. "I am not here to entertain you, boy," he growled. His shadows started to twitch around him and distort.
Jack flew back a few feet. Pitch could feel the nervousness pour off of him. "Well, I don't want you to entertain me…well I kind of do, but not like what you're thinking!" Jack said out hurriedly. "I just thought we'd hang…"
"They only way we'd 'hang' together is by the end of a rope. Preferably by our necks," Pitch replied coldly.
Jack made an audible gulp at that. "I can see you're not in the mood for company. Maybe I'll come by some other time. Still live in that hole?" he asked teasingly, trying to relax the situation.
Pitch narrowed his eyes. "By hole you mean my lair? Yes." He turned around and stomped away towards the darkest shadows.
"Alright! I'll come by soon!" Jack yelled.
"Oh yes, please do! I'll set out tea and cookies if you do," Pitch said completely sarcastically. You'd have to be a dull twit not to notice.
"Sounds good!"
And apparently Jack was that dull twit because that boy showed up not even a week later demanding tea and cookies. And didn't leave until he received them.