This is a group that ships Jack Frost and Pitch Black from DreamWork's Rise of the Guardians. We accept all forms of art.
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Fear Is The Shadows That Race The Light
Fear is the Shadows that race the light
Pound across the world on the moonless night.
That hunts down the dreams in its way
Tearing loose the control of the reins.
It does not stop when you shout
But continues on behind the hounds,
Onward through the chase, no relaxing its grip,
Or down in the dark – You fall – You slip.
I Need You
I need you.
I need you like I need to breathe.
The darkness that surrounds you, is a darkness I would gladly endure with you.
That darkness that drowns you, let it wrap around me, drag me down, so long as I am with you.
I feel the despair that is yours and my loneliness could only be matched by one another.
I will take you, all that you are, all that you were, and all that you may become, and I will treasure that for an eternity.
In turn, I wish for you to have all of me, devour me, take everything I have.
I am offering myself to you.
Don’t leave me here alone, again.
Just please tell me that I’m not dreaming that you are here.
I love you, Pitch.
Blackice - The FusionCold lips melt like snowflakes on a warm window pane.
Cheeks are tinted blue with want as desires formed of 318 years of loneliness are sated.
The snow's counterpart: the ashen Darkness, smelling of metal and fire and something deeper buried under grey skin and lodged under ribs, grasps and intertwines his long fingers like vines in snow-white hair.
Winter laughs; it is a cold, hollow sound light as the year's first flurries. He laughs as flesh cool and smooth and white as marble is marred by the colors of twilight by nails and teeth—the colors that signal the approach of Night…
And approach he does, with a less than gentle vengeance and a need to mark what is his. The night hisses as steam rises in the fusion of two souls. Frost bites at grey flesh, fingertips and lips; alabaster throats and pale, throbbing jugulars are exposed, and blue and purple flowers blossom accordingly. Dark, grey skin sings for the branches of frost that grace its surface, and likewise; untouched, untainted wh