AN: Hey guys. So I actually meant to get this done and up by Easter; yeah that didn't quite work out and I ended up posting something else. Anyway, this is sort of an interlude chapter leading up to more of the plot, since the present day stuff is moving a bit faster than I had originally planned. So this chapter is mostly just Pitch/Jillian fluff with a bit of plot peeking in at the end. Also, there is a Jude Law reference; you'll probably get it right away, lol, but I couldn't resist. Thank you all so much for your reviews. Keep 'em coming; as I may have said before, they are my biggest motivators in keeping this story going. –Kate xoxo
Chapter Nineteen
One of the perks of being a Spirit of Childhood was that grown-ups generally couldn't see you. A perks that Pitch and Jillian took advantage of frequently, particularly on a night like this. Pitch had surprised Jillian with a date night, something they hadn't really done in a while. And since the two couldn't be seen for the most part, they had ended up sharing a meal in the park's gazebo before scurrying off to see a movie.
The invisible couple simply walked through the doors and past the ticket takers, smiling at each other when no one acknowledged their presence. A little girl did wave to Jillian before noticing Pitch beside her. She shrank away slightly from the Boogeyman; his hand tightened about Jillian's. Jillian turned and smiled up at him reassuringly before leading him to a set of seats. This was a night for the two of them; the rest of the world could wait outside.
After being a spirit for a little over 300 years, Jillian had gotten bored from time to time. So she had filled that time with all sorts of different past times; she especially loved to read. After learning all those years ago with Pitch, Jillian had become quite the little bookworm. She had read all of the works of the Brontë sisters and of Jane Austen. She utterly adored the classics; indeed she had gotten quite a few from Pitch, Sandy, and even North on Christmas. So she was quite excited to see the movie Pitch had picked for them tonight: "Anna Karenina."
Jillian had loved the book; all of the twists in each individual side of the story coming together in their own ways. It was a beautifully written piece of literature and she had always loved a good love story, especially one as sordid as Anna Karenina. She had been thrilled to hear of the new film adaptation and, as a surprise, Pitch had brought her to see it.
It was a perfect date night, in Jillian's opinion, curling into Pitch as Anna began her tumultuous affair with Vronsky onscreen. In a way, it reminded her of her relationship with Pitch and how no one truly approved of them. Hopefully it wouldn't turn out as tragically as Anna's did. Jillian quickly shook the thought from her mind; now wasn't the time to really worry about all of that. For now, she would simply enjoy the film with the Nightmare King she loved.
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It was late when Jillian and Pitch returned to their home. After the movie they had gone for a long walk, Manny's light the only thing guiding their path. It was a wonderful end to a perfect evening.
Jillian pulled out a couple of candles, lighting the room with a soft glow. There was time for a slow dance and a glass of wine before they retired for the night. The subtle strains of her favourite song began drifting through the air as she set two wine glasses on the table.
She smiled as Pitch walked in but it fell slightly as she noticed a golden envelope in his hand. It could only be a message from Sandy; concerning what, Jillian didn't know.
"Sandy has invited us to the ship tomorrow," Pitch informed, placing the envelope next to the glasses. "He wishes to discuss recent events."
He took Jillian into his arms, and they began to sway to the music. Jillian laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Well, it was only a matter of time," she finally replied, not moving from his chest. "So much has happened lately; Sandy is right, we do need to fully talk it all out. Maybe it will help me deal with the Jack situation."
Pitch kissed her forehead chastely.
"He just needs time, love. Do not worry too much. It will all sort itself out, you'll see."
No more words were spoken that night about Jack or anything else that had happened. Once again, the outside world was pushed out of their minds, unable to intrude upon the little bubble of peace the couple had created for themselves. Indeed, it would all sort itself out. But that could all wait until tomorrow.
