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...What do you mean 'I'm terrible at keeping, or maintaining, relationships of any kind'?

First of all, my relationship with the Guardians is a whole different story in itself, so we won't divulge into that territory. Secondly--

[He pauses.]

I try to keep to myself most of the time. [Most of the time.] Yes most of the time. I can't help it if a few people catch my attention every so often. And some people keep my interest for longer periods of time.

[You're still terrible at relationships in general, Pitch.]

Don't you have some studies to catch up on?

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Yes. [ Losing the pretense, she just ... kind of looks pretty exhausted by Giving A Shit for a change. ] You were and it is.

[He clasps his hands together and looks up at her once more, a small smile.]

Am I forgiven then?

No. But let's just pretend I said yes.

[His hands slap at his sides.]

Then what do I need to do to deserve a goddess' forgiveness? Sacrifice something?

Yes.

You can't be serious.

You could always sacrifice yourself.

I don't think this little 'fight' is worth that.

Besides. Would you really want the Boogeyman to be gone from the world?

I'm quite positive I would forget to care after a while.

Instead of my existance, what else would you prefer?

I'd like for you not to have to ask for what I want.

[ Women are hard. It's okay, Pitch. ]

Fine, I won't.

[And he will stand there, staring at her expectantly..]

[ flatly ~~also mildly amused bc lol, pitch. how are you this stupid???~~ ]

That's not what I meant.

[A few shadows flicker along his back, dammit how does he women after so many centuries...]

I'm not a mind reader you know.

[ The fact he's trying to do better is probably going to mean more than any half-baked ideas he dreams up, so she vanishes only to reappear in his personal space, arms draping over his shoulders and a haughty, if condescending, look in tow. ]

You're forgiven as of this moment.

[And those shoulders slump, relieved somewhat as he looks down at her. It was better than nothing, especially with a goddess.]

I won't make that kind of mistake again. [Hopefully.]

I know.

[ Purring, she pecks him on the corner of grey lips. ]

I won't let you.

[And those grey lops upturn into a small smile.]

Mn, keeping me in line, hm? [A hand reaches up to rest on the curve of her side.]

Someone has to.

[ The shadows peel forward on her whim, draping around them in a private shroud. ]

[His gold eyes flicker to a silver color once they're enveloped in the shadows, his gaze never leaving hers.]

I've looked after myself for centuries, and I've been just fine... But, I can make an exception for you.

What a generous offer.

[ Rolling wolf-bright eyes, she rests her forehead against his temple and conveys the shade to coat them like lovers' blankets. Secure, so he doesn't have to worry. ]

Don't spoil it, you've been doing so well.

[Pitch leans into that touch, closing his eyes to only exhale heavily. His arms loop loosely around her waist now, tugging her just a bit closer to himself, lips grazing her ear.]

Yes, of course. My apologies yet again.

[ Whispering by his cheek, she keeps him safe in her arms. ]

There, now. Things will work out just fine.

[He nods, leaning even more into her embrace as he relaxes more. This was something he never ever did. Made him feel vulnerable almost, but with the shadows around them, and with her presence, he did feel safe.]

Sounds good to me.

[ Humming an old lullaby, she combs through his hair and holds on. ]