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Thief in the Shadows
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"If you would like." Pitch purred, arching a hairless brow at Flynn.
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"Heh." Flynn looked over at Pitch and gave him a half-grin. "I don’t bet for nothing. What do I get out of this?’
"What do you want?" Pitch drawled, looking down at the man.
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Cake - Open
Pitch sniffed.
Yes, it was definitely there.
He sniffed again.
It was absolutely undeniably there.
He could smell it.
Cake.
Even moreso, it had a distinct coffee-like scent.
Tiramisu.
Pitch’s face lit up in a nearly comical way, like that of a child who had just been handed a piece of candy.
The spirit followed the smell, intent on finding and devouring every bit of the cold, creamy goodness.
Bunnymund held a small cardboard box in one large furry paw. Considering the friends that he had, it was always quite easy to get his hands on baked goods, though he rarely consumed them himself. He had been getting quite lonesome, having spent much time by himself recently, and so he had decided it might be time to invite a friend down to his warren- And what kind of host wouldn’t have a treat to offer to their guest?
Pitch was getting closer.
He could tell. The scent was stronger. Pitch melted into the shadows, careful to keep a sharp eye out. Where was the tiramisu? It was such a tantalizing smell. It was then that he realized he was drawing near to the Warren.
He frowned, hoping it was not the Easter Bunny that had the cake.
The smell of the tiramisu engulfed Bunnymund’s muzzle. It was tempting for him to stop and devour it right there, but he forced himself not to, knowing it wouldn’t end well.
All of a sudden, he stopped. His nose twitched and he raised an eyebrow suspiciously, turning around and looking behind him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but something seemed… off. As if he was being followed by someone.
If there was something that could throw Pitch off, it was tiramisu (aside from his daughter and the Golden Age and all that fun stuff). His sneaking was obviously not up to par at the moment. His breathing was loud and erratic. To top it all off, he had found out it was the Easter Bunny who held the cake. But he stopped caring. He wanted the cake and by the Moon he would get it.
Bunnymund turned on his heels, his ears alert, ready to pounce. He wandered back through the trees, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened for movement. Sure enough he could hear breathing, though who it belonged to, he wasn’t sure.
"Who’s there?" He shouted, a slight growl to his voice.
Pitch grimaced, sliding on the rocks as a shadow, debating the best angle to swoop out and secure the target in his arms. He'd barely noticed that the rabbit had somehow heard him.
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Cake - Open
Pitch sniffed.
Yes, it was definitely there.
He sniffed again.
It was absolutely undeniably there.
He could smell it.
Cake.
Even moreso, it had a distinct coffee-like scent.
Tiramisu.
Pitch’s face lit up in a nearly comical way, like that of a child who had just been handed a piece of candy.
The spirit followed the smell, intent on finding and devouring every bit of the cold, creamy goodness.
Bunnymund held a small cardboard box in one large furry paw. Considering the friends that he had, it was always quite easy to get his hands on baked goods, though he rarely consumed them himself. He had been getting quite lonesome, having spent much time by himself recently, and so he had decided it might be time to invite a friend down to his warren- And what kind of host wouldn’t have a treat to offer to their guest?
Pitch was getting closer.
He could tell. The scent was stronger. Pitch melted into the shadows, careful to keep a sharp eye out. Where was the tiramisu? It was such a tantalizing smell. It was then that he realized he was drawing near to the Warren.
He frowned, hoping it was not the Easter Bunny that had the cake.
The smell of the tiramisu engulfed Bunnymund’s muzzle. It was tempting for him to stop and devour it right there, but he forced himself not to, knowing it wouldn’t end well.
All of a sudden, he stopped. His nose twitched and he raised an eyebrow suspiciously, turning around and looking behind him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but something seemed… off. As if he was being followed by someone.
If there was something that could throw Pitch off, it was tiramisu (aside from his daughter and the Golden Age and all that fun stuff). His sneaking was obviously not up to par at the moment. His breathing was loud and erratic. To top it all off, he had found out it was the Easter Bunny who held the cake. But he stopped caring. He wanted the cake and by the Moon he would get it.
Stargazing - Open
Pitch nodded, satisfied by that. He glanced up, suddenly becoming aware that he was getting comfortable. There was the dark voice in the back of his head. What was he thinking, getting comfortable, here, with a mortal? A scrawny young Viking. Starved as he was for interaction with other beings, this was a boy to whom he could be giving nightmares. He could be feeding off of his fears instead of this useless talk,
The spirit drew himself up with grace, casting a look down at the boy. He was the Nightmare King, after all.
Hiccup stood as well when he realized that the man probably intended to leave, seeming even clumsier next to the Nightmare King’s smooth grace. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you,” he apologized, smiling at Pitch, “Stop by if you’re in the area again, ok?”
Pitch almost couldn't believe this. The boy was apologizing. For talking with him. He was almost stupidly stunned. A few moments passed before he snapped out of his stupor. The whole thing left him very put off.
Were people even allowed to be that polite?
He coughed. "Perhaps." He managed to get out, still feeling relatively strange. Pitch was ambling away in a less than graceful manner and could not seem comprehend the conversation that had just happened.
Thief in the Shadows
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"If you would like." Pitch purred, arching a hairless brow at Flynn.
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"Heh." Flynn looked over at Pitch and gave him a half-grin. "I don’t bet for nothing. What do I get out of this?’
"What do you want?" Pitch drawled, looking down at the man.
Cake - Open
Pitch sniffed.
Yes, it was definitely there.
He sniffed again.
It was absolutely undeniably there.
He could smell it.
Cake.
Even moreso, it had a distinct coffee-like scent.
Tiramisu.
Pitch’s face lit up in a nearly comical way, like that of a child who had just been handed a piece of candy.
The spirit followed the smell, intent on finding and devouring every bit of the cold, creamy goodness.
Bunnymund held a small cardboard box in one large furry paw. Considering the friends that he had, it was always quite easy to get his hands on baked goods, though he rarely consumed them himself. He had been getting quite lonesome, having spent much time by himself recently, and so he had decided it might be time to invite a friend down to his warren- And what kind of host wouldn’t have a treat to offer to their guest?
Pitch was getting closer.
He could tell. The scent was stronger. Pitch melted into the shadows, careful to keep a sharp eye out. Where was the tiramisu? It was such a tantalizing smell. It was then that he realized he was drawing near to the Warren.
He frowned, hoping it was not the Easter Bunny that had the cake.
Stargazing - Open
Ah. Murals were never really common in the Golden Age. Canvas was normally used.
"What are the subjects of her murals?" He inquired. This small talk seemed to be a luxury to him.
"Whatever is on her mind, I think," Hiccup replied, "Stars, flowers, scenes from her imagination. I’ve never actually gotten to see her work."
Pitch shot Hiccup a look. “And so how would you know just how amazing they are?”
It took Hiccup a second to realize they were talking about two different versions of the word ‘work’. He shook his head, smiling. “I’ve seen her work, I just haven’t seen her working on them,” he clarified, “So I don’t know where she really gets her inspiration.”
Pitch nodded, satisfied by that. He glanced up, suddenly becoming aware that he was getting comfortable. There was the dark voice in the back of his head. What was he thinking, getting comfortable, here, with a mortal? A scrawny young Viking. Starved as he was for interaction with other beings, this was a boy to whom he could be giving nightmares. He could be feeding off of his fears instead of this useless talk,
The spirit drew himself up with grace, casting a look down at the boy. He was the Nightmare King, after all.
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"If you would like." Pitch purred, arching a hairless brow at Flynn.
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Stargazing - Open
Ah. Murals were never really common in the Golden Age. Canvas was normally used.
"What are the subjects of her murals?" He inquired. This small talk seemed to be a luxury to him.
"Whatever is on her mind, I think," Hiccup replied, "Stars, flowers, scenes from her imagination. I’ve never actually gotten to see her work."
Pitch shot Hiccup a look. "And so how would you know just how amazing they are?"
Stargazing - Open
Rapunzel.
What an interesting name. “I imagine I would enjoy seeing her work.” He carefully said, wondering exactly what kind of painting the princess did.
"Oh, her murals are amazing," Hiccup said, "She could paint for a living if she had to, honestly. And she’s never even needed a lesson, its amazing!"
Painting for a living. Pitch could recall having wanted to do that when he was younger. Unfortunately, leading the armies took priority over art.
"Murals? Does she ever use a canvas?"
"I’ve only seen her murals," Hiccup replied with a shrug. Canvas was insanely expensive from his perspective, but Rapunzel’s family probably had more money than his entire village.
Ah. Murals were never really common in the Golden Age. Canvas was normally used.
"What are the subjects of her murals?" He inquired. This small talk seemed to be a luxury to him.
Cake - Open
Pitch sniffed.
Yes, it was definitely there.
He sniffed again.
It was absolutely undeniably there.
He could smell it.
Cake.
Even moreso, it had a distinct coffee-like scent.
Tiramisu.
Pitch's face lit up in a nearly comical way, like that of a child who had just been handed a piece of candy.
The spirit followed the smell, intent on finding and devouring every bit of the cold, creamy goodness.
Stargazing - Open
Rapunzel.
What an interesting name. “I imagine I would enjoy seeing her work.” He carefully said, wondering exactly what kind of painting the princess did.
"Oh, her murals are amazing," Hiccup said, "She could paint for a living if she had to, honestly. And she’s never even needed a lesson, its amazing!"
Painting for a living. Pitch could recall having wanted to do that when he was younger. Unfortunately, leading the armies took priority over art.
"Murals? Does she ever use a canvas?"
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"If you would like." Pitch purred, arching a hairless brow at Flynn.
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"Too much? Please." Pitch rolled his eyes, admiring the way Flynn's muscles tensed as the sand brushed against his body. "But if I came over there, you would be undone in a matter of seconds."
The Boogeyman is Real || Pitch and Pippa
Her fear curled into his flesh, nourishing him. He supposed he was now full. That had indeed been quite a lot of terror. Enough to substitute for his dinner and dessert.
Alright, time for his signature leave. He inhaled, and then standing at the foot of the bed, a devilish grin on his face, he laughed. Pitch dissolved into darkness, the sound of his laugh still faintly echoing.
Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. Her heart beats rapidly. She could hear his echoing laughter. His presence was slowly disappearing .. but Pippa couldn’t be too confident.
When she sat up from her bed and saw that nothing was there anymore, she felt a pang of relief. She got up and flicked the lights on, just to make sure. She glanced at her room in every corner, looking for a sign. When all things were clear, she flicked the light off again and jumped into bed.
Hew eyelids grew heavy and she was asleep in seconds.
Little did she know that he can also distort her in her sleep….
You know, it was like welcoming Pitch into your dreams by falling asleep in his presence.
Though, he might overstay his welcome a tad. Pitch drew back out of the shadows. How could he leave now? Already the golden particles of dreamsand were floating through the glass panes of the window, spiraling above the girl's head. With an evil chuckle he dipped his finger into the sparkling sand, intercepting it even before it could form a dream.
The sand jolted, and then began to transform into black.
Alone in the World - Pitch and Toothiana
It was always difficult to see Pitch. It was so difficult to dig past the fearlings and the Nightmare King and find the essence that was truly Pitch.
However, that essence was only a shadow of Pitch. Of Pitchiner. And here Pitch was, the fearlings drained and weak and barely whispering as he placed one foot in front of the other. Strolling about, alone and pitiful. It was quite the sorry sight, the black-cloaked figure slowly moving forward.
With the belief in her regained, Toothiana no longer found the act of flight exhausting. Now she left the Palace with her fairies, not just directing them to different parts of the world from her post. Things had changed.
On her way out of the last town for the night, she flew over a forest with her wings beating behind her back as a blur. It felt much more refreshing, the Fairy Queen realized, than staying in one place in the Palace. She didn’t know why she didn’t realize this sooner but it was better now than never. Toothiana only stopped when she thought she saw something moving from the corner of her eye. She stayed hovering for a moment, thinking whether to just continue ahead or follow her curiosity but it wasn’t long before the later won and she let her wings take her down into the forest.
An assortment of emotions passed through Toothiana’s expression but eventually all that remained was a slight frown when she found Pitch. She could have easily just avoided conflict, left without saying anything. Instead, she said: “Pitch?”
Pitch stopped abruptly at the sound of his name uttered in her voice. Several feelings arose, each threatening to overflow. But he composed himself. Perhaps if he ignored her long enough, she would see she was unwelcome. The spirit began to walk again, taking long strides that took him quickly through the foliage.
