#ofwingsandshadows

An eyebrow rose in interest as Jamie imagined the dream happening in the context of his own family. His mother leaving… she was rarely around as it was. And his cousin dying? She had, only recently. But would that really frighten him?He was used to it.

“I don’t know if I’d really… fit in there,” Jamie said moodily, shifting one knee up so he could casually drape his arm across it. He leaned his head to the side, resting it gently against the wooden framing of his window sill. “You say Pitch cares for you, and welcomes you with open arms… I don’t know if it’d be the same for me. There isn’t a connection there…”

Jamie chuckled darkly, amused at her actions. He moved, finally, turning his head just slightly to look her face over. She looked irked for some reason, and he supposed sooner or later she’d say exactly what was on her mind. After the usual small talk that he was slowly deciding she used to try and read him.

“Oh? What kind of nightmares are these?” he was genuinely interested. Lately, his sleep was devoid of dreams. What he did see he could only describe as color floating in his mind. Something like you’d expect to see in a magical forest in a children’s movie. 

Jamie barely moved from where he sat in his windowsill, letting the crisp, early spring air wash over him. He could hear his sister’s voice from behind, but didn’t bother to look back to confirm. The sense he got from her presence was enough to be sure.

“I wouldn’t quite say down. More… pondering,” he said airily, staring up at the starry sky with a blank expression. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I haven’t seen you since I… broke.”

What a simple word. To some, it wouldn’t hold its true meaning, but he knew his sister understood. She’d been there personally, and she aided him. 

Pitch slept soundly, her breath deep, as if in an enchanted sleep. There were a few Nightmares that were stationed outside her door as a guard. There has been an increasing number of visitors to the lair, and they wanted to ensure that their queen could get some sleep.

A rush of magic suddenly filled the room, alarming the guards with a whinny, and surrounded Pitch as she slept. The gray magic swirled around her and seemed to attack her, but did no harm that could be seen. As the swirling magics dissipated, Pitch was no longer a she.

The King of Nightmares had his male form back.

It would be morning when Pitch would wake up and stare in shock that he didn’t have breasts anymore. He was quickly able to get over that shock when relief coursed through his system.

He was finally back to normal!

And this just meant that he would finally be able to do his job correctly! Rising from the bed, he heard some sound coming from the hallway that led from his room to the main receiving area, with the cages. Pitch frowned in thought, but decided to dress in his normal pants and cloak before heading out, the two Nightmare guards flanking him protectively. When they reached the end of the hallway, another two Nightmares joined them, and when the five entered the throne room, Pitch understood why.

A shadow approached him and told him that there were three hundred and twenty one people waiting on him. Pitch blinked a few times before his brow raised up in question.

“Why are they all here?” he whispered to the shadow, and his denizen had no answer for him. Pitch shook the disconcerting feeling off and stepped forward to the mass of people. He was grateful that he had so much room, now.

*blinks* SOPHIE, REALLY? NOW? *sighs aggravatedly*

Pitch grinned at the girl from her seat on the throne. Her stomach was killing her. She hoped this baby would be born soon.

((which ep is this?))