Nightmare 2 || Amber post or Action

[isolophobia]

amber;

[ Pitch is, well, lounging. There's really no other word for it, and he just so happens to look like someone lounging half-under a warm kotatsu...only it's a bed. That's right you're looking at what appears to be fully grown man lounging underneath somebody's bed while he's making an amber post. ]

Do you know that everyone can see these? Doesn't matter where they are, if they check their magic looking glass, they can all see and hear me.

action;

[ And in case you were worried about it, yes that is an awfully familiar looking bed. Checking on your particular bed would reveal a certain Boogeyman lounging underneath, with his wings neatly folded along his back almost like an extra bit of cape with gold at the edges and fluffy bits between his shoulders. Do you sleep somewhere other than a bed? Well, no big deal. Pitch is just making use of this bed (like a creeper) for the moment. Hey, at least he's not in your space? ]

((OOC; Don't worry about a 'catch up' log, or any kind logging. I'm slower than frozen sap in Winter for tagging, but the plot lasts more than a week, so only worry about having fun, not being plot relevant, elsewise tag your comments amber or action please? Just so I can keep it all straight in my head ;'D ))

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[isolophobia]

[ Hey it comes with the job...though admittedly he did not always have to hide under beds. He still looks mildly offended.]

Kit has done much for me, but if you insist on being offensive, that goodwill only goes so far.

[ Even teaching Kit to read and write is self-serving in the long run. ]

[princeandscholar]

[He only maintains that cool smile.] Just so long as we understand each other.

[But part of that reply has him regarding Pitch with new interest. There’s a feeling from him that isn’t quite fear, but is definitely concern. (And if Pitch has seen big brothers checking on frightened little sisters during the night, it should feel familiar.) His voice, however, gives away nothing.] What is your interest in Kit?

[isolophobia]

[ And he is still of the opinion he owes you nothing kid. Funny enough Pitch Black never even tried to frighten Kit at first. He took her for an odd little cat spirit. The mistake was cleared up, and Kit eventually understood that Pitch was immortal, and since her culture had no sort of negative connotations with the shadowy places under the bed, she always treated Pitch just like everyone else.

And maybe that's not a big deal to other people, but it is to him. So Pitch draws himself up to his full height, an though everything from grey skin, black cloak, and black hair blends with darkness. It makes the bright molten gold of his eyes stand out all the more. As though daring Orcelito to say something about it. ]

She is my friend.

[princeandscholar]

[Finally, there’s a crack in Orcelito’s arrogance and an emotion beyond wary annoyance rears. Awe, because we never really grow out of our respect for darkness. He leans backs, tilting his head to follow those golden eyes, and for just a moment he might as well be six again instead of sixteen and jaded towards all things dark and towering. A spark of fear flickers anew – and of fascination.

Is he trying to intimidate him? Why now, all of a sudden? The question wasn’t meant as a strike. For it to be taken that way, for him to feel defensive, there must be a reason…

Orcelito carefully reviews their conversation and arranges it into a pattern he can understand. And a new impression of this mysterious visitor forms – one based on honest evaluation rather than assumptions. Because, for all that show and shadow and skulking, there’s a promised story with an endless inkwell and a happy roommate.

So Orcelito relaxes. His expression softens with the confident smile that comes from understanding. And he says with childlike simplicity:]

She’s my friend too.