Considering a second game. Open to suggestions though.

[kingofnightmares]

One place isn't enough for you? I have enough to deal with at just one game.

Honestly, I don't see what you get out of this, besides taking pleasure in tossing me into ridiculous situations and seeing me suffer. Would you even have enough time for two games?

[He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.]

One game is enough. I don't wish to be tossed into another. I have just gotten adjusted to the game I'm in, after all that has happened. You're going to wear me out thin at this point.

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[goddessofdiscord]

You might be permitted to keep them, it's all up in the air. And if you are ...

[ Pitch, dear, you have too much grey in your hair. Let her smooth that back. ]

You won't need to answer to anyone at all.

[kingofnightmares]

[Thanks, dear. He considers it for a moment, but his lips downturn a fraction.]

There's always repercussions for when I want to have my own fun.

[He knows that all too well. Happened twice in his life, and once in the game he's already in. Even lost a friend in all of it, which made it sting even worse.]

Heroes and heroines, you know, that whole thing. [A casual handwave. The same song and dance.]

[goddessofdiscord]

[ Delicate fingers tip up his chin. ]

Let them come, you mustn't forget who you are. The King of Nightmares would be nothing but an empty title if they overlooked your talents.

Take their persistent stupidity as a compliment.

[kingofnightmares]

[And that chin of his lean into those fingers, face softening. Oh Eris, you always know what to say.]

Good point. I'll just have to change up my strategy in how to deal with them; to be more effective.

[And a small hiss of black sand swirls at his feet.]

[goddessofdiscord]

Lie, trick, omit, they always assume giving your word negates any other course of action to manipulate when, where or if the final curtain falls.

[ Oooh, black sand! Calling it up into her hand, she traces it into grainy patterns over his collar-bone: Ἔρις. ]

[kingofnightmares]

[He watches with mild interest, his gold eyes shifting back to her, the sand at his feet quieting down.]

Mn, very true. I'll have to use that to my advantage. [And he reaches up to twirl a lock of her hair idly, before letting it slip away and flourish back out.]

[goddessofdiscord]

[ Tipping her hair into the caress, Eris's toying with the sand creates a mini Cetus, the sandy sea-monster fluttering around their heads once let go. Not a Nightmare, but her own preference. ]

I'm sure you will. If any of those self-proclaimed heroes run across your path, introduce them to the dark.

[kingofnightmares]

[And he watches the creature with a fond smile crossing his lips. How adorable.He reaches up to prod at it softly with a finger.]

I'll introduce more than just the dark to them.

[goddessofdiscord]

Mm. I do so love it when you meander through threats.

[ Mini!Cetus wriggles playfully and swirls back into the sand near Pitch's feet. It leaves enough room for one of Eris's arms to drape over a shoulder. ]

Would you make them scream?

[kingofnightmares]

Blood curdling cries are my specialty. [He stands a little firmer, to give some support to that arm draped around him.]

It's like music to my ears.

[goddessofdiscord]

[ How gentlemanly! Two fingers walk up the slit in his coat, unthreading the shadows near his neck. Oops? ]

Are you sure you're not just showing off to impress me, Pitch?

[kingofnightmares]

[A small pleasant shiver travels down his spine.]

Maybe a little. There's only so much a spirit can do to impress a goddess. I have to take what I can get at this point.

[goddessofdiscord]

You do know how to keep a girl pampered, I'll say that much.

[ Vanishing with a puff of smoke, her lips find a home briefly on the nape of his neck before she reappears nearby and off to one side. ]

[kingofnightmares]

[He chuckles softly, glancing at where she reappears, his fingertips brushing against the nape of his neck fondly.]

Oh please, you've complimented a simple spirit like me many times. I do believe that the golden rule should apply in this case.

[goddessofdiscord]

Reminding you of your talents isn't really paying a compliment. [ Running a hand through her hair, she lets it flicker around like a live flame and fixes a pensive smile on him. ] You'll know when I do.

[kingofnightmares]

[He places his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side.]

Alright, call them words of encouragement then.

[goddessofdiscord]

So determined to see me as the Good Cop, aren't you? What if I'm just playing favorites for the time being? I'd hate to break your heart.

[kingofnightmares]

[He places a hand over his chest.]

Then I'm honored to be considered a favorite, even for a fleeting moment, by someone like you.

Besides, what I have would barely even pass as a heart, so I doubt there would be much to break.

[goddessofdiscord]

Now you're just making yourself irresistible, all this talk of absent hearts.

[ Ghosting over she presses up against his back and ruffles his hair, preferring it in a state of mild disarray. A hum resonates against his neck. ]

Keep this up and you'll turn into a real consort, Pitch. You'll have no time for shadows.

[kingofnightmares]

[The spirit leans back comfortably against her, not minding the hair ruffling at all, smiling wider even. A content hum rumbles in his own chest.]

Making me choose between a partnership and my shadows?

You're terrible.

[goddessofdiscord]

I wouldn't make you choose, handsome.

[ Gliding up, a light kiss finds a home near his temple, long fingers spidering around his waist from behind. ]

I'd lock you up until I was done, tying you up with ribbons of your own darkness.

[kingofnightmares]

[Pitch tilts his head to the side, opposite to where the kiss was planted and grins over his shoulder at her.]

Done? With what exactly?

[goddessofdiscord]

Why, with ruining you, of course.

[ Leaning in, she whispers over a dark throat and digs her nails into his coat, pulling him back against her with mild possessiveness. ]

Thoroughly.

[kingofnightmares]

[A small hiss passes through his teeth, but he only smiles again, his neck craning to the side, exposing more of his neck.]

I should have known you'd be one to break their toys. Good thing I don't break easily.

[goddessofdiscord]

[ Nails peel through his coat, searching out the thin skin over hipbones to scrape as she pleases. In contrast, her lips nuzzle along the tendons in his throat as soft as silk. ]

Nothing wrong with a few well-placed fractures, hm? Metaphorically speaking, naturally.