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

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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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[prettylittlenightmare]

[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.]

[icy]

[ 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. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[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.

[icy]

[ 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.

[prettylittlenightmare]

[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?

[icy]

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

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

[prettylittlenightmare]

Mm.

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

[icy]

[ ... Wow, that's annoying. ]

Something on your mind?

[prettylittlenightmare]

[And super effective.]

Mm, nothing much. The view is rather spectacular from here. I'd never noticed.

[Oh, and why are you a flighty little shit who dodges feelings like the plague?]

[icy]

[ Because of reasons! And a stupidly breakable nose. ]

Are you hanging out with me? Just so I'm clear on that.

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Are you twelve, fer serious.]

I'm sitting here and peacefully watching over the city.

[Completely innocent, right?]

Unless my presence is a nuisance to you.

[icy]

A giant creepy shadowman wants to lurk on my peripheral vision. Pitch.

[ He's just sayin', yo. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Whatevs.]

That's pretty much the gist of it.

[A beat.]

Would you like me to leave?

[icy]

I didn't say that. [ Don't jump to conclusions!! Shifting his feet to crack the cramps out of his toes, he looks him over with carefully constructed neutrality. ] How's your nose?

[prettylittlenightmare]

[A good neutral non-answer, and one he was expecting. He shrugs one shoulder half-heartedly.]

No longer bleeding.

[icy]

No longer whining either, huh?

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Low. His lip twitches but he hides it with a toothy smile.]

Not at the moment. Hiding yourself away in snow drifts? You were rather difficult to pinpoint.

[icy]

I don't hide. [ He can't even when he wants to, not for long. The snow always falls sooner or later. ] Why did you come looking for me?

[prettylittlenightmare]

You hide in plain sight.

[You're good at that, being unnoticed. So is Pitch.]

Because I don't like how our last meeting ended.

[icy]

You didn't like getting your face bashed in? I'm shocked.

[ He snorts and folds his arms anew, a cold wry smirk in place as self-deprecating as it is humourless. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Pitch narrows his eyes at Jack, barely there glints of gold peeking through the shadows.]

Frost.

[icy]

[ Though his smile fades, his eyes don't change. ]

I don't really know what it is you're expecting me to say. I left you alone, what else do you want?

[prettylittlenightmare]

[Sometimes the expression in those eyes does things to him he doesn't ever want to talk about.]

I want what you came to me for in the first place.

[icy]

[ An incredulous laugh huffs out as he asks, ] Why? That was the worst kiss in history. You want to freeze your nose right off next time?

[ Or he'd mess it up some other way; he's been counting. ]

[prettylittlenightmare]

I want you to shut up and let me make it happen as it should.

[It's sterner than he was going for, and that's to blame for the lack of socializing he's done in the past couple centuries. He realizes it, though, and backs off with a steady inhale and exhale.]

Will you let me do that, Jack?