the guardians + pitch » character illustrations by william joyce
(Source: pitchingblack)
A flowing stream of black sand wisps though the air above you and moves to swirl above your head in a small cloud. A smaller rivulet if it leaves the rest and then begins to form free-floating words a few feet or so away from your face. The words are as follows: “From your favorite Nightmare King, Pitch Black.” Then the words flow back to the cloud above your head and then whole thing suddenly condenses before exploding and showering you with thousands of tiny particles of nightmare sand, thus leaving you covered from head to toe.
With lids heavy from sleep, Nik opened her eyes just a fraction and stared lazily at the covers under her nose. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or not, nor what possessed her to open her eyes. Something wasn’t right and she could feel it. It wasnt until she heard whispering above her that, with a soft, sleepy groan, she looked up. It was nightmare sand.
“Pitch B—” And then the nightmare sand exploded. She sat up with a shout, throwing her covers from her and readying herself for a fight. But nothing came. The black sand trickled around her, peppering her the pale skin on her thighs and cheeks. Nik reached her hand out and let it collect on her palm.
“What in the name of the Moon…” She trailed off, her heart still racing from the small explosion. Darting her head around, she looked for any sign of him. There were nothing but shadows.
“Very funny, Pitch.” Nik took a deep breath to steady her heart, glaring suspiciously at a dark corner of her room. You never knew with him.
