Coffee and Fruit Snacks 2
Title: Jack Wins
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: Pitch could win, but he doesn't really want to.
Pitch was lost to an artistic trance. Ideas flowed like water, words coming to mind as easy as speech. Whole pages were flying by, concepts turned to language turned to literature by the mere movements of his hands-
There was a terrible beeping coming from the kitchen. Jack's damn alarm. He was long gone to work by the time Pitch woke up, but left plenty for Pitch to remember him by, some reminders less annoying than others. That fucking alarm. Pitch ignored it. He was on a roll and it would be a crime to stop now-
He couldn't ignore it. It was terrible. Jack picked it because it was terrible. With a growl, Pitch threw himself out of his chair and into the kitchen, heading straight for the incessant beeping to shut it off. He turned around to storm right back to his desk, but...
But he was already in the kitchen. His flow was already disrupted. And his stomach was growling. Making a detour to the fridge, Pitch plucked out one of many conveniently meal-sized leftovers that Jack had made over the weekend. They would last about half the week before Pitch would run out and resort to snacks. Which reminded him, he needed more of those cute little shark-shaped fruit gummies...
And so began another Tuesday.
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Comments/Warnings: Pitch could win, but he doesn't really want to.
Pitch was lost to an artistic trance. Ideas flowed like water, words coming to mind as easy as speech. Whole pages were flying by, concepts turned to language turned to literature by the mere movements of his hands-
There was a terrible beeping coming from the kitchen. Jack's damn alarm. He was long gone to work by the time Pitch woke up, but left plenty for Pitch to remember him by, some reminders less annoying than others. That fucking alarm. Pitch ignored it. He was on a roll and it would be a crime to stop now-
He couldn't ignore it. It was terrible. Jack picked it because it was terrible. With a growl, Pitch threw himself out of his chair and into the kitchen, heading straight for the incessant beeping to shut it off. He turned around to storm right back to his desk, but...
But he was already in the kitchen. His flow was already disrupted. And his stomach was growling. Making a detour to the fridge, Pitch plucked out one of many conveniently meal-sized leftovers that Jack had made over the weekend. They would last about half the week before Pitch would run out and resort to snacks. Which reminded him, he needed more of those cute little shark-shaped fruit gummies...
And so began another Tuesday.