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“You have the audacity to tell me that’s cheating while there were not one duel I won using nothing just my fists and legs while you showcased the whole repertoire from scythe, nightmares, to shadow travel. I believe this little trick can be excused. ”

Cindy snickered, her tone held no irritation or excess pride, only playful snark. She lightly steered away the remains of the ruined sword with her right hand, swiftly closing the distance between them with a low purr.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I indeed melted your sword. What you’re going to do about it~?” The spirit hissed boldly, she could’ve continued the little duel with a headbutt as distraction so she can find her own sword, but now the knowledge was enough. Let him have a little victory- a tie. Her mind corrected, even though technically he won.

“ Fine. I will excuse it just this once. ” The Boogeyman stated bitterly, dropping the melted sword beside him. Maybe he didn’t need it in their sense of combat, but something other than his fists and kicks would be nice for a change. He took a few steps forward, glaring at Cindy now. Would he have to go into another face-to-face battle? Possibly.  “ Would you prefer if I used my fists? You know I am not that great at hand-to-hand combat. ” “ Or even... More fencing? ” Pitch had conjured up a bit of the dark dream sand, a handle of a fencing sword forming in his hand. He could stop here, but he wanted to give the fire spirit a choice in their way of combat. 

He knows oh so well; the thought, the fact made her lips curl into an another soft smile. If she was to fight, her steps would’ve had a different rhythm with wild eagerness and her usual taunts or sometimes her demonic half-singing as calling.

The faint touch stirred a pleased ‘mrrrph’ trill from her throat,her eyes fluttering close for a second. Why did she come here? Exhaustion? Loneliness? Maybe the mixture of both, spiced with the ache of missing him, his presence, his words and his touch.

“If I climb into your lap, then you don’t have to be careful with the placement of your hands” Cindy whispered softly

Was it reassurance, an invitation or a request? All she knew that she wanted, needed more. She boldy blindly marched into the heart of the abyss, chasing her own. The temptation, the shadowy promise of a drop of comfort and happiness was too tempting to abandon even if sometimes felt terribly wrong, irrational on many levels. Maybe she was curious about her limits as well, would she be able to withstand his force when he was in charge?

It was like Pitch could see what her intentions were on a drop of a hat, that was how well he knew her. He knew when Cindy was angry, touch-starved, sad. It all ranged within her psyche and thoughts and he could sense her aura of emotions, almost. He didn’t move a muscle, his hand placing firmly on her shoulder now but with no angry or evil intentions behind it. Pitch wasn’t really used to touching or intimacy at times, but this was pleasant. This was his domain; he was stronger in his lair than in any other location and even the nightmares knew about that.  “ Hm. ” A small hum came from him, opening his golden eyes once more to stare at Cindy. Why did they want to come down here? A ghost of a hug came from him as he pressed closer, tilting his head in interest. “ Do tell, Cindy. Why did you decide to come down here... at this hour? ” “ Are you exhausted? Or maybe something is wrong, and you want me to solve it... Tell me... ”

" I know how cold your lair can get during winter, so I have a surprise for you."

"Limited Dark Ages edition."

The Boogeyman squinted a bit as Cindy had shown him the rat designed slippers. Thankfully they weren’t real rats, but they looked almost realistic. He chuckled, taking the pair of slippers. He won’t put them on his feet just yet, but he admired the slippers. “ Dark Ages addition... ” “ What a thoughtful gift, I suppose. ” “ Very nice of you. At least they’re not shaped like... a certain phallic object. ”

“ I... Well, that’s just embarrassing. ” “ I feel like I could be more of a switch, but you know... ” He gives up explaining. The results may be half-true. “ ... I’m too flushed to talk, okay? ”

“ Oh of course it is... To the humans! ” “ To me, it just brings more fear along for the ride... The fear of jobs closing, a pandemic going about, fear of not getting enough supplies to survive and the economy plummeting? It brings me more power! Not as much as the Dark Ages, mind you, but still! Lots of fear! ” The Boogeyman said with a slight gleam in his eye, his sharp grin spreading across his face. This was a year in which fear was triumphant.

The Boogeyman was testing some of his dark sand powers in the cleared portion of the forested area, using new techniques for his scythe. It was lighter in weight, but his movements were sort of clunky with the weapon. Maybe if he evened out the weight... He stopped as he heard a voice, his tall form quickly turning around with the scythe in hand. Pitch scanned the area with his silver-golden eyes, glancing around before looking down. It seemed to appear human, but the tall entity knew that they weren’t human; they had a sort of supernatural energy that his being could sense.  “ Hm. You as well. ” Pitch replied dryly, keeping a grip on the hand-made weapon in case they were to make a move on him. He doubts it, but it was always best to keep on high alert around strangers. Especially ones with glowing red eyes. 

“ How can you see me, anyways? You must be supernatural. Most regular beings do not see me. ”

the hands

The Boogeyman was perched silently on the deck of Lilo’s house, unaware that the child would come out and gaze at the stars tonight. He had intentions on scaring the poor kid, but Pitch decided not to. For what reason, even he didn’t know. Maybe part of him felt bad, maybe he was tired; it was the latter honestly... His legs and feet hung idly over the edge, his silvery eyes glaring at the moon. He knew who lived up there: his sworn enemy the Man in the Moon. He thought bitter thoughts and curses against Manny, when suddenly a young voice piped out of nowhere. He flinched, stumbling a few steps backwards while still seated and almost running into a potted plant. Most kids would probably be afraid of a lanky grey being with spiky black hair and a dark robe to match because they knew what he was. He was their bringer of nightmares, the Boogeyman, the Nightmare King! It was hard to believe that Lilo wasn’t intimidated at him (or seemingly). “ Wh- What are you doing up-?! ” “ Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? Wait... ” Pitch had trailed off, squinting a bit incredulously. They could see him? Either that, or they were talking to themselves. He decided to hesitantly ask a question, wanting to confirm his beliefs that they could see him. Seeing an entity such as himself meant either two things: you were a Guardian yourself, or you believed in the Boogeyman. “ Can you see me...? ”

"... "

"Do you always get an erection when you're threatened with a sword? " ((when they are brawling and they end up on the ground with her sitting on him with her sword-))

Pitch’s usually grey-skinned face was basically a blushing mess at this point, his eye contact away from Cindy initially. Even the tips of his ears were blushing a little and that was hard to tell. Eventually, he looked back, giving a light swallow as well...she was sitting on him. It was mildly uncomfortable, but at the same time he was turned on immensely.  “ Mmmmaybe? ” Cue a short and even more awkward silence as he mentally face-palmed himself. “ . . . ” “ I try not to, but seems l-like you caught me~ ” He finally muttered, an exhale and a small laugh coming to him at the same time. This poor guy...