My army is ready...

"YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME! Not forever. There will ALWAYS be fear." ~~~~~~~ An independent, mostly Canon, RP blog of Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians/ROTG. [ Tracking the tag tenetxtantibus] This blog is NOT spoiler free. ~~~~~~~~ "That dream is over! It is time for fear to rule the world!"

[funiisms]

    { ᴊ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ❆ ғ я o ѕ т }     “Because I want you to?”     He asked it in an almost innocent tone, offering a slight shrug of his shoulders,     returning the smile.

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

          “Oh don’t even that innocent tone, Jack. It doesn’t suit a mischievous Guardian like you.”

     Pitch gave a low chuckle, hands folding behind his back as he turned to fully face the spirit behind him.

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    { ᴊ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ❆ ғ я o ѕ т }     “Hey, c’mon. Don’t leave.”     There is actually a pout in his tone.

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

          “Oh? Can you give a good reason why I should stay?”

     He turns around to look at Jack, a small smile on his face.

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    { ᴊ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ❆ ғ я o ѕ т }     “Aww, did you miss me that much, Pitch?”

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

          “Well, if you want to be that snarky, I can always just leave, Frost.”

[funiisms]

    { ᴊ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ❆ ғ я o ѕ т }     “So… You all know I’m still alive, right?”

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

           “Well, well well, look who finally decided to come out of hiding.”

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     Jack chuckled lightly and let a small smirk form on his face.     When Pitch leaned forward, Jack arched a brow but then felt     his lips press to his own and leaned in to return the small gesture.

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

               Feeling Jack return the kiss, a small but pleased hum                came from the Nightmare King, the hand on the side                of the spirit's face moving to rest at the back of his head.

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     Jack felt a small smile surface on his face as he gazed     at the other when one hand messed with the drawstrings     of his hoodie.     "You better."

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

                      "Oh I don't believe I will be forgetting that any time                        soon Jack."                The taller male looked down at him a moment longer before                leaning forward just enough to brush his lips against Jack's.

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     "I dunno… Maybe you’re just that lucky."

[tenetxtantibus]

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                The taller male lets out a small chuckle, giving his head a                 small shake as one hand moved to absentmindedly mess                 with the draw strings of his hoodie.                         "Well, I'll be sure to remember that then."

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     "You are special, Pitch. At least to me."

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

                      "Well, what did I do to rank so high on the                        Guardian of Fun's list?"

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    [ ❆ ]     "No, Pitch. You’re perfect. I wouldn’t want anyone     else’s comapny.”

[tenetxtantibus]

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                       "Well, that does make me feel special."

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    [ ❆ ]     Jack lifted his head when Pitch’s hand rested against the side     of his face, leaning into it and gazing up at him.     "I just… want some company."

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

                        "Well, I'd be more than happy to do that...                           unless you would prefer someone else                           to the Boogeyman."

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     Jack bowed his head, glancing at the hands on his shoulders     before peeking up at the taller male through his bangs.     "I… Thank you."

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

               Pitch gazed back at Jack before moving a hand to rest on the side                of his face, giving a small but noticeable smile.                              "Is there anything I can do?"

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     "Do you… really mean that?"

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                    "Yes, Jack. I really do."              The taller male walks forward, gently resting his hands on the              winter spirit's shoulders.                     "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."

[funiisms]

    [ ❆ ]     "I just… I don’t know…"

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                      "Jack...you matter to me."

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    [ ❆ ]     "Do I even really matter to anyone…?"

[tenetxtantibus]

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                           "And what would make you think otherwise, Frost?"

[frcstsister]

“Stay behind me”

Send “Stay behind me” for my muse’s reaction to yours gently pushing them being their body.

    [ ♥ ]    "P—Pitch? What’s going on? Is there something     wrong?”    The brunette blinked cluelessly several times, looking    up at him as he pushed her behind his body.

[tenetxtantibus]

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              Pitch glared in front of him, keeping his body in front               of Emma's as his eyes darted around in front of him.               He could swear he felt something watching the two                of them.                        "No...no it's nothing. No need to worry Emma."

[frcstsister]

    [ ♥ ]     "I don’t know what I’m doing anymore…     I don’t feel like myself anymore… And I…     I miss my brother… But he’s gone and it’s     all my fault.”     The brunette felt her eyes begin to water, but     she refused to let herself cry. She had cried     too much already.

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

              Pitch could see the gleam of tears in her eyes,               his body shifting a little closer to hers. He truly               hated seeing her like this.                      "It's natural to miss the ones we love, Emma.                       But I doubt it's your fault he's gone, my dear.                       you shouldn't blame yourself for things like                        that."

[frcstsister]

    [ ♥ ]     Emma gazed at him, brown eyes searching, darting     across his face, her mind whirring with possible ways     to explain how she felt right now. What she had been     feeling for a while.     "I just feel… lost…"

[tenetxtantibus]

{ ~☽~ }

              Pitch kept his eyes locked on hers as he waited for her               to speak, his hands running along the expanse of Emma's               shoulders and down to her arms in what he hoped was               a comforting manner.                          "Lost, Emma?