An:*Is sucking on a lemon waggling furry eyebrows*
Although there isnt any lemons for a while, there will be. But they will be classy and tasteful like David Bowies crotch in those grey leggings that we all love so much.
"I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human"
-David bowie
The magic of the labyrinth had never really left Sarah; it was always there, hiding- waiting right behind her vision. The reminders came in form of giggles that were never quite heard but definitely felt, they came in hearing an owl screech just outside of her window at night but never seeing it. Maybe the one that had scared her the most was finding a snowy white feather laying upon her pillow one night when she came home from school.
No, the labyrinth never left her alone but then again, neither did its inhabitants. She hadn't called upon Hoggle nor Ludo in the six years since she conquered the goblin city; Though, at times, she could swear upon seeing their faces haunting the mirror with sunken, waiting eyes. It broke her heart but she couldn't bare to be reminded of that horrible place any more than she already was.
She finds her solace in cooking, coaxing milk and sweetness to do her bidding, allowing it to form an entirely new substance which then, she would promptly devour. After the labyrinth she found herself eating large quantities of sweets but gaining fairly little weight. her body had filled out (no doubt from cakes and Guinness), her hips were wide and the curve of her breast swelled proudly, her skin aglint with a constant glow of red flush.
She's fixing supper now, in the kitchenette of her apartment; Trying hard to block out the scuffling noises made by beings that were far too large to be rats, convincing herself that they were nothing other than that.
But she knew better, on more than one occasion she had caught the fatty wrinkled face of a goblin tip-toeing throughout the small living space, thinking itself to be unseen. Sarah nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears a knock on the door, her breathing hitched and shoulders tensed as she awaits her visitor to announce themselves.
"Whats wrong, Baby?" She sighs inwardly and relaxes into his arms, allowing him to place a quick peck upon her cheek as she chases the chicken around the pan idly, a flush spreading across her cheeks at the gesture.
"Nothing, love" she manages, the words escaping her lips at an odd variety of pitches. Dante gives her a patronizing look and lumbers off into the small living room, her eyes almost rolling into her skull as a squat , olive colored goblin with wispy tufts of hair follows intently after her boyfriend's heels.
"Whats for dinner?" He questions, plopping his lanky frame onto the loveseat, unaware of the goblin making rude gestures just behind him.
Her mouth is agape for a few moments before she flexes her jaw and responds
"Chicken stir-fry" she is surprised at how even her voice keeps. The little snot-rags never show out this much, never intend to make themselves seen. Her stomach flutters as the goblin pull his kilt down and places his ...bottom? next to Dante's poor unknowing ear. It's hideous face scrunches up and just before he could do the deed Sarah interrupts with a great flailing of the arms and an awfully loud:
"It's one of your favorites, isn't it D? She asks innocently, then gives the goblin a fierce glare that could kill daisies and the occasional small mammal.
"It's okay" He grins.
Shitwit, I just saved you from a farting goblin and you cant compliment my stir-fry. She huffs indignantly and stirs a little faster. He's not the most thoughtful guy in the world, but he's hers and that was enough.
"Well that's go-" She's interrupted by a phone going off, ironically his ringtone is that of an owl hooting, she hates the cynical little "hoo, hoo" with a passion that would scare the devil. It reminds her of flashes of white blond hair and startling blue eyes. She watches as Dante's deep greens sweep over the text, unable to see it herself as it was angled away from her line of sight.
"Shit, babe It's Michael, I have to clock in" He gives a terrible excuse for a grimace then apologizes before bolting out the door.
She looks down with disappointment at the mixture of vegetables and meat before turning the burner off and sliding it back, she didn't feel like cooking anymore. Instead, she pulls out a pop tart from its foil and slumps down on the couch, listening to the scrawny boy's receding footsteps.
The offending goblin seems to have disappeared, her eyes dart around every now and then , seeking that it's not beside her head in any lewd positions. She picks off the disgusting crust from her 'tart and begins munching away, relishing the tangy sweetness from the strawberry filling. Halfway through, she sits the pastry down on a plastic plate on the table, intending to finish it later but, in all reality, was probably not going to happen.
She barely notices the TV which is droning on about Samhain or something. Sarah tries to focus on the blurry picture, tries to focus when she hears the word "Fae". But no, she is a human and she is tired. Her mind is running all over the place but going at an excruciatingly slow pace all at once. With another analytical glance to either side of her face, she yawns once and lets her mind drift.
Napping is good.
He watches with thinly veiled rage at the sleeping girl in the crystal. She had let that miscreant kiss her cheek where it should have been his lips.
"Mheirlich" He mutters, face drawn up in taut anger.
But looking at her sleeping, eyes fluttering with tiny dances of dreamland, his heart softens. Do not doubt the anger is still in there, no! But, however deep-rooted his hate for the mheirlich boy might be, Sarah seemed to pluck the thorns halfway out of his skin to make him just a minor irritant.
It didn't matter anyway, their silly relationship; It was superficial. He had seen this "Dante" whoring around with some girl that could never reach Sarah's caliber. A gloved hand tightens around whatever goblins neck that found itself beside him. Why, he ought to drown him in the odorous bog, watching him with mirth aglint in his eyes as he watches the pathetic excuse for a man die with the stench he deserved to drink.
The goblin king is stretching languidly across the uncomfortable throne his people had made him. He's thinking of her, flushed skin and milk-crystal complexion. He wonders how a human could undo him so, fan his temper until he was boiling then shoot his veins through with a comforting heat that almost warmed his bones
Almost. The issue lay with the thief. It was the thief that made his blood boil more than Sarah's temper, more than her rejection six or so years ago. She let him touch her, let him taste her; He knew she felt something about himself, knew that they were connected but she openly defied it! If she would just let him have her...
Well, there would be many a sleepless night teaching her what true love is supposed to be.
He watches with dry amusement as his goblins, drunk off their arses butt heads with each other. Another pair turns each other different colors and giggle horrendously about it. They all stunk of ale and various bodily fluids.
She could have all this if she wanted, watch their people live lives alongside him.
She would make a fine queen if he could just break that stone cold independence. Her fire could school any fae child into obedience and her laugh would mystify them all. Maybe...
A wicked grin stretches across his lips as an idea births inside his mind. She could wish herself away, no? Now, he had come to notice that Sarah talked as she sleeps. He also knows that dreams are quite easily manipulated with the right words, a careful whisper in a sleeping, the gentle tug of a hand.
He calls for his goblins.
"Kingley ses that we gotta whiper en er ear!"
"OH shet hup, yous gonna wake her"
"What are we doing?"
"WE GONNA MEK HER WIZSH HERSELF AWAY"
"WUT?"
"O'z just let me handle it"
The goblins bumped and meandered through the darkness of Sarah's home, grinning stupidly when they find her sleeping form covered in pastry crumbs. One of the goblins, a fat one names gelt ably jumps to where the white plate lay and steals the 'tart, deftly shoving it in his mouth all at once before chugging the milk beside it.
"GELT! git yor sorry frame back here! We'z about to do it"
They all gather around the girls huddled body, some reach out to stroke her dark hair that fell like a curtain around her shoulders.
"I wizh..." Gelt begins, lilting voice soft in her ear.
They watch in anticipation for her to do whatever it was she was supposed to.
"I wish..." Her voice, laden with sleep mimics. A goblin named milma has to cover her mouth to prevent from shrieking in excitement.
"The goblin king would take me away, right now" milma intones, her voice gravely and weary.
Mud colored eyes watch in amazement, waiting.
"That the g-" She yawns
"-oblin king would take me away-"
They all sit for a moment, fear striking their bloated bellies until she turns over and mumbles.
"ight ow"
"Ez that okay?"
"Close enough"
Sarah's body disappears into a shimmer of owl feathers.
"What a pity"
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An:Soooooo, whadya think? This is my first fanfiction for this fandom and im not sure about the feed back i'll get. Its all up to you, precious.
Reviews make my heart soar and ill strive to live up to your expectations of me, isnt that generous?
Kudos are cool to! Love me some kudos!