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FrostbittenChapter 6: Immeasurable MomentFrostbitten by WintryBerry
The patter of rain on glass pulled Jack’s conscious to the surface. He slowly became aware of his limbs and slid an outstretched arm across cool, empty sheets.
“Right here” Pitch’s voice said.
Jack cracked an eye to find Pitch standing beside him with a steaming cup of coffee. “What time is it?”
“A little after ten”.
With a groan, Jack pushed himself to a sitting position and accepted the cup.
Pitch sat cross legged beside Jack with a cup of his own. “Lots of cream and sugar, right?”
“Yeah…you actually remembered how I like my coffee?”
Jack took a drink, it was perfect. Two sips later he felt his blood begin to circulate again.
“Feeling better?” Pitch asked, studying.
Jack nodded “Starting to”.
“…Since you’re still recovering I was thinking we could stay here today…Watch the rain
FrostbittenChapter 5: PhantasmFrostbitten by WintryBerry
A soft monotonous beeping echoed inside Jack’s dreams of dripping blood and soulless eyes. Slowly, he became aware of the pillow behind his head and the texture of rough sheets against his bare skin. His eyes flickered open, for a moment the light was too bright and white spots bloomed in front of his vision. He reached up to rub the sleep away causing a dull spike of pain to shoot up his back. Slowly he ran a hand across the bandages wrapping his torso. Suddenly there were warm fingers pushing his hair back.
“Jack?!” It was Pitch’s voice.
“Where…am I?” Jack’s voice came out as a raspy whisper.
Pitch let out a breath that spoke of fearful tension. “We’re in a hospital not too far from the fair”.
With that statement it all came flooding back. A shudder ran through Jack’s body and he felt a horrible wave of nausea. Leaning over the side of the bed he gagged, but his stomach was empty
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
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