Jones had left a smattering of finding on Pitch's desk with a hastily scrawled note to keep an eye on them, a commonplace occurrence. Pitch looked over the items. Bits of pottery, carved statues, and a ring.
Pitch tilted their head at this, picking up the ring. It had sun and moons engraved on the band, and a brilliant diamond and onyx in the center. It was rather pretty, they thought. Evidently, someone they hadn't thought about in a long time agreed.
-@blood-falling
The God of Night was upset, to say the least. Someone had broken into one of the old temples of his followers, stolen a bunch of stuff, set off a bunch of traps, and not only that... the ring, the same one that he'd given to the God of Day back when the two of them were first married, was missing. Now, he didn't care for his ex-wife anymore, but that ring was incredibly important to Night. It reminded him of a simpler time, when he and Day were able to exist in harmony, when he was able to experience a normal, healthy type of love. A time that had long since passed. Maybe it was foolish, to attach himself to such an irritatingly small material object, but Night couldn't help it. And when he suddenly sensed that something dark was touching his precious ring, it infuriated the God to no end.
From the shadows outside of Pitch's open window, a tall, majestic man took form and stepped in from the outside twilight. "Now now, it isn't kind to hold onto items that don't belong to you, is it demon?" His voice was booming, echoing throughout the office like a great and terrible symphony. His amber eyes almost glowed in the darkness of the room, looking down at Pitch with a mixture of contempt and disgust.
