"Nu…I don’t want to get up"
((Witch Queen getting back at the Dragon in a very, ahem, forward way.))
((So much sexual teasing will go on between them. She’s gonna get back at him for grabbing her booty.))
A quick glance at the trinket Howl was messing with. It just happened to be something he kept from the Golden Age, a sextant with constellations not of this solar system.
Pitch drew his attention back on Howl and his increasing panic. The knowing look in the boy’s eyes…. Did he know all along? Was it really Howl who played him for a fool and silently laughed with his mother? Was this some elaborate ruse to trap him into a family?
The boy seemed too innocent for such nefarious plans but then again, Pitch has underestimated an enemy before….
"Howl. I am your father." Pitch stated bluntly, expression blank and holding a bloody hand up to keep Howl away from him. He watched him carefully for any sign that Howl would have known. Anything.
Best to treat this like a bandaid. Just rip it off. Deal with the pain all at once. yes.
"I destroyed Tooth Palace, injured all the mini fairies – killed a few – and stabbed your mother. She currently resides in my room recovering. She’ll live. For now."
When the news was dropped on Howl like a ton of bricks all Howl did was stand there emotionless.
He felt as if his entire heart was ripped out and shoved forcefully back into his body, Pitch was his father, and he destroyed his home, hurt the fairies, killed some and wounded his mother. Howl began to shake slightly as small gasps and whines were escaping from him, tears brimmed his eyes before streaming down his face and falling to the ground.
"Y-you h-hurt h-her, k-killed t-them" Howl barely whispered out.
As of something snapped within Howl he began moving forward towards Pitch in blind rage, too distraught to fly as Howl just started hitting Pitch’s stomach as he screamed “Lair! Murder! Your not my father! I’m not related to a monster like you! You murder! You killed her! You killed them!”
Soon the rage died down and Howl fell to his knees gripping Pitch’s cloak tight as he cried his eyes out shaking uncontrollably. In one finally effort before the rage went away Howl took the nightmare bracelet and ripped off of his wrist where it went away in a puff of black sand.
Howl laid defeated at the nightmare king’s feet.
Pitch strode through the halls of what was his Nightmare Galleon. It was ever changing, ever moving but he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew exactly where Howl would be.
He didn’t bother using his shadows, instead letting the ship itself move for him, leading him to his…. guest. Pitch didn’t bother washing the blood off of him, his mind on other things. Anger still boiled just beneath the surface and his shadows billowed around him, touching everything as he passed and darkening the room with his very presence.
Howl’s Nightmare skittered behind the boy as if he would protect it as soon as the Nightmare King arrived.
"Howl, we need to speak."
Howl was looking at something he had never seen before when Pitch came into the room. Watching his nightmare skitter behind him afraid made Howl start to get fearful as well, especially seeing the look that was on Pitch’s face.
Though when Howl saw red on Pitch’s hands did Howl begin to get more worried “Is that blood?! Are you hurt?! Is it your blood?! What’s happened?!” Howl asked a bit panicky as he took some steps forward getting a closer look at the blood. By the look of Pitch it didn’t seem he was wounded, then who’s blood was it?