sequuntursomnia: (♚ enough's enough)
Pitch Black ([personal profile] sequuntursomnia) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-10-18 05:48 am (UTC)

[Pitch watches for a moment, still with something close to a scowl on his countenance, like being irritated about the whole situation made it easier to overlook precisely what he was doing.] Good enough.

[He steps into he shadow of a half-crumbled archway, and disappears. When he emerges again, this time off to the side, he's holding a roll of bandages, and gauze.

This was ridiculous. A spirit, sneaking away things from the backs of shelves in a pharmacy, human methods for a spirit's injury. Pitch sees the absurdity in it, but not so much the humor.

Pitch motions impatiently at Jack as he strides closer, as if he expected the other to have his hoodie either off or up so he could get to the wound.
] Now let me see? [There's not a lot in his tone to suggest it's a question, rather than an order -- so far as he can give orders to Jack Frost. He holds up the roll of bandages as if that might prove he intends to help, and it might convince Jack he's not just going to drive a nightmare sand knife into his side or some such.

The Nightmare King has decided, in this little trip, that he's only helping because if someone, anyone, should be able to defeat Jack Frost, it should be him, and he's not going to take cheap shots by kicking him when he's already down. Nevermind that this was certainly not a fatal wound, so by that logic, he could just leave Jack alone for a while and he'd be fine.

Besides. If Jack trusts him more, that's hardly a bad thing for Pitch.
]

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