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Don't be shy! c: I don't bite fingers off or anything
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It was pretty evident that the boy was here: the pond was frozen over, and the powdery, crystalline diamonds were piled in great heaps. A soft breeze drifted through the woods, chilling the air. Through the dead trees, the Bogeyman could observe the arctic blue sky; not a cloud in sight. The sound of rustling branches and leaves reached Pitch's ears.
A haze of blue and brown appeared out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh, I haven't the faintest idea of who that could be."
"Aw, you love having me around and you know it, Pitch. You're just too nervous to admit it," Jack responded, hanging himself upside down on a tree branch. His face was coloured a lovely pink, and, as the Nightmare King stepped closer, he could see a small sprinkle of freckles across his nose.
His eyes reminded him dearly of cobalt glass, and that fact made Pitch smile.
"You should be more cautious, hanging on a tree branch like that," the Bogeyman warned, and tilted his head to the side.
"I'll be fine! It should be able to support my weight."
The winter spirit (surprisingly!) quietly watched the other man crouch down to his height; his face level with his. The boy was quite cute looking upside down, and the Nightmare King made a mental note to do something cute for the spirit as Jack leaned forward, gently kissing Pitch's peculiar nose. A small film of frost formed, and he heard Jack giggle as the Bogeyman's face heated up.
"I didn't know you could b—"
Jack was abruptly cut off as the tree branch broke, and he fell into the thick pile of snow that was previously beneath him. He heard the other man laugh at him, and Pitch smiled down at the young boy as he struggled to get up.
"No, no. Stay there. I have an idea."
"If you have an idea, I have a feeling I should be scared."
One willowy hand pressed Jack back down, and the boy silently watched Pitch lay beside him — who didn't complain about the snow ruining his precious outfit. His ghastly coloured hand scooped up the tiniest bit of snow, and, holding it above Jack, he began to lightly sprinkle it on his pale face. Snowflakes clung to his already pallid lashes, like little star-shaped clumps. The boy's giggles reminded Pitch of wind chimes, and, even in his dark as hell heart, he felt a bit of affection flare.
A large hand abruptly grabbed his own, but Jack didn't mind, and allowed the small gesture. It was when Pitch spoke that his breath hitched in his throat, and he felt his face turn a darker shade of red.
"You know what, Jack? I do appreciate your company. I.."
The word sounded so foreign in his mouth, and it took him several tries to be able to spit it out.
"… I love having you around."
Seeing Jack turn his head to look at him, and seeing how pink his face was, allowed Pitch to duplicate the same smile — and, suddenly, Pitch didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.