(A.N.)--- don't ask me where my mind was when i wrote this. i swear, i couldn't say. less of a story and more of a random episode. if it doesn't make sense . . .don't worry, it confuses me too. ^_^
Title: Kept
Author: Loki
Rating: G
Disclaimer: not mine. most of it, anyway.
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Kept
Sarah had thought of the Goblin King a thousand times. No, more than that.
They were rarely full thoughts, or even half-thoughts. Just . . .sometimes he stood in the back of her head, and sometimes he stood far too near the surface. She would be walking along the street, content with the world that never rose more than a foot off the ground, content in her partial-existence. And then his memory would wriggle into her mind like a hand slipping into a glove. Years ago the anger had followed him in, and then the unfair justifications. But now only familiarity trailed after him. Like a tattered cloak.
Most often he stood in the thick blackness of her skull, dim light spilling down him but touching nothing else. And the monsters would swim around him in shades of darkness, in shades of more liquid things. And he would glare out at her, into the mirror . . . trying to disturb its depths simply by the heat of his gaze.
But nothing in her ever moved.
When he came he came, her memories would crowd around him, loom over him as if fascinated. The child who wept into her teddy bear would lift her broken eyes and stare at him. The faerie-tale princess locked in the eternal tower would lean far out to catch a glimpse of him. The woman who had shaped her prison and barred every curious eye from reaching her went so far as to study the position o his hands.
But Sarah had never stopped to speak to him, never wanted to ask him of the reasons why. She moved on, tossed his memory to the waiting unconsciousness stretched inside her head and let it rip him apart. Pain always weighs ones eyes to the ground. Fear always keeps one walking.
"Are you content now," she whispered. "You have kept me forever."
"No," he sighed, eyes softening to the point of illusion. "You have kept me forever." His hands dropped to his sides. "You have kept me forever."
"I will."