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Frostbitten Chapter 4: Sword and StoneFrostbitten by WintryBerry
Jack stepped out wearing a grey kilt and a lace up deep blue poet’s shirt. He uncomfortably tugged at the clothes. “Do I really have to wear this?”
Pitch turned. He wore a floor length lace up jacket over a black shirt like Jack’s and black leather trousers. He stood silently for a moment, giving Jack a slow once over. “Mmmmm. I knew that outfit would suit you”.
Jack flushed and tried not to squirm under Pitch's gaze. “Uh, how am I supposed to ride the bike in this?”
“It’ll be fine, I have a couple at home and it’s not that short…worried about somebody catching a peek?” he teased.
“Don't even start David Bowie, let’s go”.
Pitch laughed deep in his throat and opened the door. Bowing slightly he held it open for Jack with a graceful gesture. Almost everything Pitch did had a sort of gracefulness to it. Jack couldn’t help but think he looke
FrostbittenChapter 3: AfflictionFrostbitten by WintryBerry
Jack pulled air deep into his lungs, taking several long gasping breaths, and then slowing to a more regular rhythm. He slid down the counter. Pitch didn’t touch him again, seeming to understand that doing so would cause more harm than good.
“Why…why did you kiss me?”
“Why?! You were hyper ventilating yourself into unconsciousness. I had to do something to shock you out of it…a kiss happened to be the best tool at my disposal” he removed Jack’s cup from the counter and sat on the floor across from him. Gently, he pressed it into Jack’s hands.
“I don’t understand, why do you want to help me, why do you even care?” Jack said very quietly, bitterness coloring his tone.
“Because, I have a past of my own and…I suppose solving these cases is my way of paying for past wrongs. You have a problem that needs solving and that is what I have come to exist to do”.
Jack felt a pain
Frostbitten Chapter 2: BreatheFrostbitten by WintryBerry
Silently Jack stared at Pitch, his mind in chaos. How could this almost-stranger know? He’d searched most his life for any insight as to where his abnormalities stemmed from. There was a slim chance that Pitch was referring to something beside his preternatural abilities. Jack straightened his features, reigned in the physical manifestations of his inner turmoil. After all, he’d had years of practice. “What is it that you think I am? I already know I’m a bibliophilic shut in” he smiled a half smile. What he really wanted to do was grab the front of Pitch’s overly fashionable Jacket and shake the answers out of him. Pitch’s face had slowly gone from shock to something unreadable.
“I wasn’t referring to those charming qualities…Why are you so afraid?”
Jack glared at him. “Don’t.”
Pitch tilted his head, regarding. “What?”
Jack found hims
Icy Shadows 12Icy Shadows 12 by HMemma548
Summary: After visiting Jamie, Jack finds some fearlings attacking someone. He rescues the person only to find out its...a injured teenage Pitch? How did that happen? Jack/Pitch
Morning rose over the arctic snow, making the white snow gleam brightly in the dawn's sunlight. Inside the Santoff Clausen the yetis were already hard at work. Even a few of the elves were already up and about, running around the workshop, 'helping' the yetis and getting into trouble – leaving the yetis with more work to do. Which may explain why the yetis chose to get up extremely early to begin with.
Down in the kitchen, sat upon the countertop, was Jack. His knees were pulled into his chest as his chin rested on top of them, tiredly.
He hadn't slept much last night, tossing and turning, up until he had thrown the blue covers off his bed and flown off into the night. He had let the wind carry him where ever it wanted, for a change, as he tried to sort out his thoughts.
He had been
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