Apr 16, 2014
DAMMIT WHERE THE FUCK IS CINDY
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DAMMIT WHERE THE FUCK IS CINDY
(GODOD MORNING HERE HAVE AN ICE BREAKER PROMPT) Jack was clearly nervous. His eyes were downcast, his lips screwed up into a strange grimace. He held his hands in front of him, clenching them anxiously, and he hunched his back a bit to curl in on himself. Damn it, how the hell was he gonna pull this off?! "U-um... Yo, Pitch...?" He quickly cleared his throat and tugged at the collar of his hoodie, refusing eye contact. "Would y-you... Wanna go.... On a... Date? With me?" He bit his bottom lip.
(GOOD NIGHT BY THE TIME I GOT TO ANSWERING IT WHOOPS)
Pitch struggled to hold in his amusement as he watched Jack seem to battle with himself, already having a sense of what the boy wanted to ask due to his faint fears on the matter. Still, he was patient, and waited for the words to come out. Thankfully when they did, he didn’t laugh, but simply smiled widely in response. “I would love too, Jack.” he answered, daring to lean forwards and press a reassuring kiss to a cold cheek. “Thank you.”
"Heh, busy..." Yeah, loads of stuff kept him busy. Mostly things like avalanches, extremely low temperatures, high winds, all due to his flurry of emotions for receding back into loneliness. "Busy cleaning up corpses..." he mumbled, sadness creeping into his tone.
"Well… winter is a dangerous season. It brings death. You know that." Pitch answered bluntly, giving a sympathetic nod even though he was aware that he likely wasn’t helping. "But…. think of it this way Jack: if nothing died, there would be no new life. One thing has to make way for another. It’s the way it’s always been. It’s not your fault." That was only partly true, since he had noticed that this particular winter had been harsher and more turbulent than the previous one. "Are you going to tell me what’s got you so worked up this year?" he asked softly, with a concerned look.
((latest reply to an ask ever I am so sorry!))
(Oh, hey, Frozen prompts! Hell yeah!) "I don't even know what love is."
((whoops I didn’t even see your asks in my inbox before o.o))
Pitch frowned faintly as he studied the frost spirit, considering his words. After what seemed like an era of silence, he heaved a sigh, and reached out to wrap an arm supportively around the boys shoulders. “Neither do I, Jack. Not really. Perhaps I did once but…” that was a very long time ago.
Jack blinked a few times. How stupid. He wasn't really expecting the question to be returned. But what else could Pitch have done? Manners dictate that the question be returned, as all people and spirits knew well. And he wan't expecting it. God damn it. "Fine," he answered, the response far more curt than he wanted. He winced at the shortness of it. "So, um, how about this winter, hm?" He chuckled softly. "Yeah, sorry about it. I get little... Excited."
The frown that was already present on the fear spirits features only deepened more at Jack’s somewhat snapped answer, and he gave a sigh. Still, the change of subject was a welcome one, and he forced a chuckle in response. “I would say excited is an understatement.” he agreed “Is that what’s been keeping you so busy?”
(IC asks, hm? Heh heh heh heh... >D) Jack yawned and stretched indiscriminately as he shyly slid over to Pitch's side. He coughed to inform Pitch of his presence before awkwardly shifting on his feet. He cast a glance up through his eyelashes before looking away. "Y-you look well," he started, voice soft. It'd been a while for the both of them.
"Well?" the shade repeated questioningly, in a deadpan tone. Jack needn’t have coughed, for he was painfully aware of the boy’s presence. It had been some months since they’d seen each other, and it left the two of them awkward, on uncommon ground. "I doubt that. I haven’t been doing ‘well’ for sometime. And you, Jack?"
They’re both wayward, lonely souls who came together in their sorrow and pain to form a beautiful bond of love and trust.
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((DEAR GOD COURTNEY THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL. IM SORRY I HAD TO QUOTE IT, IT WAS TOO PERFECT.))