Fearmongerer and Guardian of Belief
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Time passed and the Nightmare King devoted all the time he didn't spend haunting the dreams of children with his newfound child. A deep and ever present longing he had carried with him through the ages finally felt fulfilled. And Jamie was perfect. He was fiercely proud of his progress and quickness to catch on. Jamie couldn't know it, for he hadn't seen his own reflection for some time , but the shadows were starting to have their effect on his skin. Smudges of darkness had begun to paint his skin. Sometimes it was difficult not to posses the boy with shadows. Oh he'd be a beautiful sight filled to the brim with darkness but he held himself back. He forced himself to be tender for such a pure boy had never before chosen to stay with the shadowy monster that Pitch knew he was. It evoked a faint memory of a feeling... Of a nurturing nature he couldn't explain. Somehow he knew how to be a good father and somehow he took great joy in it. Joy in the happiness of a child? It was absurd! But Jaime... Jaime was not for scaring... Any nightmares the boy had were hurriedly chased away and any tears were wiped with care. Pitch knew even as his strength was growing wildly that this boy was becoming his greatest weakness. He'd have to guard him vigilantly. And he did. Pitch guarded him extremely jealously. He hardly let the boy out of his home and even then he never let Jamie out of his sight or reach. He had faith the boy's nightmare would care for him at the cost of its own life but still. He would take no chances. Jamie was mortal. A mortal body that could break.... Pitch secretly hoped the boy would offer himself up to Pitch eventually and willingly have himself transformed so he would be immortal as well.... Then he would have his son for all eternity... That happy future danced behind closed eyes as Pitch laid beside his child. At some point Jaime had convinced him to dwell ON the bed beside the boy rather than slipping into the shadows beneath it. And with those warm, small hands curled around his robe, and that small head of soft hair resting on his chest he couldn't bring himself to mind. It was nice. What Pitch hadn't notice was that he was changing too. As Jamie became more shadow like Pitch slowly regained his humanity. Hints of the general, long ago buried deep within, would surface from time to time. It was always in these most tender moments with the boy there might be a quick flash of a man behind those golden eyes. Now was one of those such moments as soft grey lips brushed along the forehead of his sleeping boy and his arms tightened around the small body that rested against him in an attempt to rouse the boy. " Wake up my butterfly... Wake up...", came the whisper, his voice was as silky as always, yet there something more musical to its tone. That nickname was only used in moments when the general rose up inside and when he would sink back down Pitch would never seem the wiser. This time the Nightmare king was brought back quickly by the shuffling of sandy hooves on the stone floor. A single nightmare stood, shifting impatiently as it waited for its boy to wake once more so they could go for a run around the shadow palace. Pitch used to worry the boy would get hurt but he allowed the activity regardless. The mare would watch over the boy... She was the only nightmare to ever set foot this deep in the palace but she was different. He had known it from the start. It was the reason he had chosen the mare to belong to Jamie. He certainly had make the right choice... Calling to Jamie again he marveled at how the boy had grown in the months he had been here. He could hardly believe it! It was easy to forget how quickly children can grow when you only ever left them nightmares after they were tucked into bed. ( Crap I forget my phone always kills all my spacing! ;O; sorry! I hope this reply is okay! )
