bakerstreet | I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

First Kiss Meme

one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll!

INSTRUCTIONS:

• Post with your character!
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match that number to the choices above!
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please! :>

originally from here.

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[Pitch rears back with his hand on his face, eyes wide with a stunned yelp escaping him before he can stifle it. He blinks at Jack, then blinks at him again as he checks to make sure his nose and forehead aren't bleeding.]

You have a skull made of steel.

[Ow. Seriously, ow.]

[ Oh my God, is that all you can say. Laughter bubbles up uncertainly as he remains out of reach, a little higher than usual so he doesn't have to look up for once. ]

More like you do. Can't you stand still for five seconds?

[ Pot, meet kettle. ]

[And with that Jack receives the flattest of stares, his hand dropping very pointedly back to his side.]

I can. Can you? If you could fly straight you wouldn't have broken both our noses just now.

[ Scratching the back of his head, he hitches up a Devil May Care grin that doesn't quite touch his eyes. ]

At least now we know it was a bad idea, right?

[A slight tip of his head to the side and a quirk of one brow and he's now a curious Boogeyman.]

Is it?

[ Teeth grinding as he chews over a reply, he bites his lip and soars closer, shrugging carelessly like this is the easiest thing in the world. Flirting? Hah, piece of cake. ~~Send help.~~ ]

Unless you're into getting concussions, I don't know. Maybe?

[Pitch hums a noncommittal sound, giving Jack an appraising look before pointing to the ground with one slender finger.]

Perhaps try from the ground up, mm?

[ He gives Pitch a look that reads seriously? but obliges him anyway, dropping lightly with the wind under bare soles. He taps his staff idly on the ground, ice fanning out under each step he takes to put himself in Pitch's personal bubble. ]

You just like being taller.

[Another, longer hum this time as Pitch sidles closer. He looks pleased. That is... until his nose really does start bleeding. Startled out of his seduction, he places a finger directly under it and sees red. Gold eyes widen almost comically and he tips his head back. So unsexy!]

This is ridiculous.

[ Rocking back on his heels, Jack looks torn between surprise, horror and concern. ]

Uh, I could block that with ice if you ... need some help.

[ This is the worst post-kiss experience of his life, and that's saying something. He broke the Boogeyman. ]

No... No it's...

[Not stopping. It's not stopping in the slightest. He makes a noise of disgust and flicks his fingers off onto the ice, then plugs his nose again. Very undignified, indeed.]

Yeth, fine. Go ahead.

['Scuse him as he now sounds as if he has a terrible cold.]

[ Did you just ruin his ice omg fuckin' rude. ]

Come here, haven't you ever stopped one of these before? [ He hops onto a new breeze and floats up, tilting Pitch's chin with a crooked finger. ] Hold still unless you want me to freeze your eyelids shut.

[ Two taps of a fingertip and he pops a bit of ice up each nostril. ]

[Go make more you spoiled brat, this is Pitch's nose we're saving here, it's important.]

[He's surprisingly obedient to Jack's commands, his eyes closed as he mentally prepares himself for -]

Mmmh-!

[Scrunching his nose in pain, he might be whimpering a little, his hand quickly covering his nose as he shuffles backwards out of Jack's grip.]

Was this your plan? Or were you expecting this to go somewhere else?

I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to headbutt you! I just ...

[ It hurt him too, but Jack's a hard frosty nutcase to crack. At least he looks apologetic, and a little like he wants to turn into a snowflake on the spot. ]

Try and breathe through your mouth, it'll help.

[ Don't ask how he knows how to alleviate these symptoms, eep. ]

[Just don't look like you're going to cry, please don't, he can't handle the giant glacier blue puppy dog teary eyes.]

[Staring at Jack like he wants to ask just that, he instead says nothing about it, and instead says: ]

Is there blood on my chin.

You look fine.

[ That was the problem in the beginning. ]

[Pitch looks skeptical, but accepts the dejected, moody response and the downcast eyes. Thinning his lips, he doesn't quite know what to say. He looks down as well, narrows his gaze at the blood spatter on the ground, then he sighs.]

It shouldn't be this difficult.

... I've got a snowstorm in Minsk that needs some attention. Catch you later?

[ Shooting up into the air on impulse, Jack's smiling again, albeit upside-down as he decides to ignore the whole failure of a first kiss and put it on his Don't Even Bother pile. It's easier to write off something that hurts than focus on it, especially if he only winds up hurting people because of dumb inexperience. ]

Keep a tissue on that!

[ Minsk is definitely far enough away that be can bury himself in a drift or two without worrying about being found for a few days. ]

[By the time Pitch even thinks to look up, Jack has sprung into the air out of reach. Pitch's expression shifts quickly, from startled to uncertain to utterly unreadable neutrality, and it's only after Jack has disappeared into the wind that he allows himself to fall into a deep set scowl. Testing the ice in his nose with a finger and glancing up into the sky for a few more seconds, he frowns and slides into shadows.]

[A week later and Pitch has decided to search the little flighty creature out, but it's not easy. He's got a great eye for tracking, and the snow Jack produces varies on his moods, so it's slightly easier on him but he hits three dead ends on the way. That and, well, Jack told him where he was headed, which is always a nice start. Once he's in the general vicinity, reading Jack's fears is like a blinding beacon.]

[ He lets himself cover the city in a thick blanket of snow by accident just as much as design, moody and depressed to the degree that he has to move through Belarus just so he doesn't start causing a freak storm.

Perched atop a cathedral's gargoyle, Jack watches the golden lights moving about below from beneath a drawn hood, staff crossed over his chest. The ice under his feet is thick and a little crueler on the old mortar than he'd ordinarily use, giving way to a gentler frost near the balcony of a nearby tower. It's night and he isn't sleeping, but after several days of feeling dispassionately it seems like a good idea to wind down for a while. Frigid winds blow this far up, his only companion. ]

[In the end it's the glint of ice from the moonbeams shining down atop the cathedral that lights Pitch's way. He sees him from afar almost the moment he realizes he should be looking up, far down as he is within the darkness of the city. Jumping to its far balcony is a simple task and one he does silently, glancing down to admire the frost ferns spiraling here and there. There's no mistaking the frost spirit's presence now, and he positions himself so he's perfectly parallel to him without actually being spotted, thanks to the mask of the hood. In the end he decides to sit, his hands perched neatly in his lap, staring off into the distance.]

Good evening, Jack.

[ He straightens when he hears his name, startled to simply have company and furthermore from ... Oh. The spark of fear is minor and only results in his hand gripping the staff tighter for a moment until he realizes who it is. Can't exactly mistake that voice. ]

Hi. [ Anxious about the reason for Pitch's arrival, he offers a lopsided smile that doesn't have much heart to it. ] You scared me. Which ... I guess means a point goes to you.

[He inhales like he's smelling something sweet and savory, which he is, at least for that precious second. When he exhales, he catches the little smile out of his periphery and glances over at Jack with an unnervingly calm expression. He's had a lot of time to think.]

It's in my nature.

[Tapping on his knee with two fingers, he offers an unreadable glance up at Manny before returning his attention to Jack.]

How long have you been up here?

An hour, maybe. I don't have a watch.

[ When in doubt? Sass even the most serene of creepers. ]

Mm.

[Okay then. New tactic. That new tactic is sitting there, peacefully, and saying nothing at all.]

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ugh stoppit with the most adorable icon in the world i can't take it

mwahaha

evil thing, that's what you are

me! never

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