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Not All Those Who Wander are Lost BonusNot All Those Who Wander are Lost Bonus by Tenshiryuu
Bonus: Shadowed Memories (Pitch POV)
Pitch froze, his heart making a strange flutter in his chest. There was no sense of pain, but he was all too aware of the sensation of being shot straight through. This isn't happening, he thought numbly. The arrow, of course, had vanished as soon as it struck him, dissolving into magic that had already begun to course through his veins. He could feel it, an unfamiliar warmth that threatened to overtake his entire soul. Sound ebbed swiftly from the great hall, an incredible feat considering the amount of spirits crammed into it. Pitch felt all eyes turn to him. That...IDIOT. He clenched his fists, turning slowly to face the spirit who had just single-handedly ruined his entire existence.
“Uh...” Cupid held his absurdly patterned bow in one hand, eyes wide. “That little guy, he sort of fell on me as I was showing off my form.” An unmistakeably drunk elf was in a heap by his sandals. Oblivious t
Frostbitten: Chapter 12 (Pitch/Jack) Chapter 12: Finding CourageFrostbitten: Chapter 12 (Pitch/Jack) by WintryBerry
Jack slept horribly that night. He tossed and turned, mind held by half lucid nightmares. His leg a spike of pain. Niall had set him up in a tiny bedroom. The small, round room was an off shoot of the main living area. There seemed to be several other such off shoots, like a kind of giant floating ant hill. A porthole-like window looked out over the shifting sea of green. The walls were made of living tree like the rest of the structure. For the bed itself, there was an unrolling matt. In his odd way, Niall seemed to understand that Jack was exhausted and wanted to be alone. It had already been late when Jack had arrived in the tree house and though he had a million questions, he brain was too fuzzy with exhaustion to put many into words. Several times during the night his arm stretched across the mat, searching for Pitch. Although they had only spent two nights together, Jack’s unconscious mind still missed Pitch’s weight at his side.
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