Azurar

Chapter 2 "Jack? Jack? Wake up Jack." Jack's white eyes opened with a slight surprise. He quickly jumped up from his place on the bed, and wrapped his arms around Pitch's neck. The Boogeyman unprepared for the boy's hug immediately lost his balance and fell off the bed. Seeing Jack still clung to him, Pitch laughed. "I can see you're affectionate." "Yeah." The Nightmare King stood up, but the frost elf refused to let go. Not minding Jack's sentiment, he simply held the guardian as he headed out of the lair. The two headed out into the cold night, where a small army of nightmares awaited for them. Although it pained him to do so, Pitch remo

Altair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. He’d jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow. His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas wer

"Alright. I'm in." "Excuse me?" Here they were. The Nightmare King, and the Winter. Since the battle for the lights of the children, Pitch has kept a keen eye on Jack. He was a neutral party, and not to mention apparently extremely strong. However, it came as little surprise since dark and cold were easily put together, yes? He even made mention to that kind of power when they created the black-sand glacier mere moments ago. But when Pitch offered him a spot as a partner, he never expected the other to agree. Jack let his offensive stance drop ever so slowly, and Pitch had his arms up in a gesture, but were now frozen as he stared wide-eye

"Deidara, what's wrong?" The blonde turned to look at his partner when he heard those words. Sasori was lying on the other side of the bed, his head propped up on his arm against his pillow as his eyes stared at the bomber with a concerned look. "Well?" "What makes you think something's wrong, Sasori danna?" "You're on your side of the bed." To any outsider, this logic would seem strange or flawed, at best. Yet to Deidara, it was a valid argument. The bomber had not willingly slept outside the comfort of his danna's arms in over two years. Even before they'd entered into their relationship, the bomber had not obeyed the "stay on your side