Act I.Dare to Hope (A ROTG/GOC Fanfiction)

.Chapter XII.

Pitch chuckled deeply in his throat as he sat on the grassy floor,with trees hanging over them as shade.His 'son',or Moors,was weaving flower crowns which Pitch found to be quiet...cute.Despite his-jokingly-attempts to make him burn the whole entire forest,Moors didn't and continued to weave flower crowns while sitting on his lap.Grey fingers brushed the flames as Moors hummed a tune,which made Pitch rose an eyebrow.He liked this...odd...feeling when Moors was in his grasp,it was like a warm sensation.It was calm and quiet with only birds chirping and Ernaline standing in the darkest corner,watching them until Moors tapped his shoulder,a completed flower crown in his hands as he looked up to Pitch with those similar golden eyes.

"Seems like I have nothing to do,hm,?"Moors said sarcastically,mentally rolling his eyes as he looked at the crown in a bored expression,"Even reminds me of that...eye-sore flower queen.."He trailed off,pausing to look around his surroundings.Over the years,Moors matured into a teen,still shorter than Pitch who hope it'll stay that way forever.

"Twat,"Pitch finished for him,of course he hated Spring,that good-for-nothing,idiotic sprite,"At least Whittaker isn't like her,"He spat the last word out like rotten fish,sneering as he remembered Jack Frost.He remembered Ernaline said,"And so he pits two desperate souls against one another,"He was too engrossed in his plans to even think of what that sentence meant,and it hit him.

He could barely hear the sound of Ernaline chuckling behind him,her black eyes filled with joy that she once had.He brushed his finger over the flower crown,if anyone else had done this to Pitch he would've made a reply like,"I have no time for silly flower crowns!" Or "A tedious and worthless activity for a mortal or spirit!".But from Moors,he felt like being with his daughter.Which he knows a long time ago,that she was Mother Nature.And he was the Boogieman.And there was his deceased wife,and there was,....someone else.He couldn't remember him or her,it was lost in the cracks of time.

The mysteries behind Ernaline had always been fascinating him,refusing to portray any of her past or her identity before she was Death.She felt..familiar..something in his past..but if she knew,wouldn't she have told him?But it never crossed his mind and Ernaline always kept quiet..not showing any emotion.Pitch could never show himself to Emily,but only watched...with Ernaline unnoticed by them...whispering past promises to Emily,only for her to turn around and find nothing.

"I'll be back soon,"Ernaline would say,just like her father did,into her ears.

"Promise?"Emily would say,remembering her memories and brushing it off as the past.

"On my soul."And with that,Ernaline would disappear,leaving Emily to herself.

Emily could only remember her dear nanny,knowing she was long gone.But she wasn't.She was just forgotten.Ernaline could still remember that day that Pitch took Katherine and Emily appeared,with Ernaline following her,invisible to others.

"Have you forgotten me?"Emily demanded,"Your own daughter!"

"No!"Ernaline heard Pitch cry out,"I never for a moment forgot you."

"But you forgot me."Ernaline added softly to no one,a part of her hoped that someone could hear her.
But no one did.

It wasn't fair to her.That Pitch could only remember his wife and daughter,but not her.So,she kept quietly and put on a smile,watching the King of Nightmare play with her little flame.Pitch observed the gloves in fascination,how a material as hard as diamond could be so..flexible and silky.Black diamonds decorated the silkily glove,they weren't very big tho,just enough to protect his hands from fire.

She could only stand there

And watch

In happiness and sadness.

Written on Sunday,29 of April
Word count:748 (not counting this)