#askaphsicily

[pitch-kozmotis-black-blog]

"Of course you're a friend. You're not that bad of a person. I can't even comprehend how I'll truly react if something happened to you."

"Be glad that it is unlikely then."

[pitch-kozmotis-black-blog]

"If you died, I'd just hopelessly stare, wondering what I could have done. Guilt would fill me and I'd be on my knees crying for someone I call a "friend"... yes, a friend."

"I wasn't aware there were any that would call me 'friend'."

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Cecilia didn't understand. But if it was something an adult, like Pitch, didn't want to talk about, she wouldn't press on. As to the question, she was given plenty of oranges and clothes that were too big for her, more for her older self. She smiles, "Fun, but I miss my brothers."

"I see." Christmas was never a holiday that he had ever felt much joy for, but again, his loss of powers seemed to have effected his heart as well. "Perhaps if you go and speak to the Sandman, he will give you a good dream of them."

[the-great-britannia-angel]

askaphsicily said:

Handsome! BU

[pitch-kozmotis-black-blog]

Of course, she did know fear, but being raised not to show it as much took a lot of effors. From the corners of her eyes, Cecilia would think her common fears would be there and she would occasionally shut her eyes for a second to shake it off. But then it'd bring a new fear each time as if the place knew her very fears. especiallyl onliness. Shel ooks up at the man again curiously when hearing him. "interesting?" She raises a brow.

"You hide your fears better than most," was his only answer before he returned to simply observing her.

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Cecilia began playing with the sand for a little but, curious about how it's animated. She grins, entertained by the sand's movements. Feeling a prescence later, she looks up at the tall, dark man. Cecilia blinks. "Ciao," She greets before going back to looking at the sand.

To see a child so blithely playing with the nightmare sand was a shock, but this child seemed not to know fear. "You are, indeed, an interesting child."

[pitch-kozmotis-black-blog]

A small girl looks up at the big, bag Boogeyman curiously. "Black..." She mumbles, tilting her head in wonder. She began wandering around the place, triyng to figure out what is what. And the sand... she wodnered why she seems to be walking over sand for osme reason. She kicks her shoes off to dump some of it out. [[ Pitch, I'd keep your hands away from her. This little shit bites. ]]

Pitch watched the little girl with curiosity, the black sand shushing about her feet as he walked invisibly near. She seemed unafraid, as most children do when exploring.