Chapter Two
Karen walked with a cautioned slow. The worm had said it was the fastest way to the castle, not the least dangerous. She knew there was going to be some wrath from the goblin king, so she walked almost tiptoeing.
She rounded a particularly sharp turn and froze in her steps. Her stomach plummeted to her feet, then raced her heart to her throat.
There, in front of her was Jareth. Or was it? Slowly the parts of Karen's anatomy resumed their normal perches and she walked up to the statue. It was a perfect replica of Jareth, correct down to the last eyelash, meticulously carved in pale alabaster. She took this chance to study his face. Karen stepped onto the foot high, foot wide and long pedestal and stared into the stone eyes. There was a sadness to them, a bitter, strange, lonely sadness that tugged at her heartstrings. She shifted her eyes away from the hauntingly beautiful alabaster eyes and examined the rest of the face. His nose was aqualine, his mouth reagal, yes sensual. He had a strong jaw line and the barest hint of a cleft in his chin. His eyebrows slanted upwards, giving him an exotic look, something unearthly and different. His hair was perfectly manicured, naturally spiking up at the top and falling in a waterfall to brush his shoulders. His overall expression was that of boredom, arrogance and an inner sadness. She moved back a bit and studied his body. His neck was a regal column, smooth and very touchable looking. Karen felt a farmilliar feeling in her gut.
"I find him attractive!" She gasped inwardly, her eyes expressing her shock. Sure his body was very well built, not very muscular, but toned, with long, powerful legs and... Her eyes traveled upwards and she felt a blush infuse her cheeks.
"Like what you see?" A Britishly accented voice, tinged with amusment, asked her. Karen ripped her eyes from Jareth's... assets to his face and saw in shock that it was flesh and blood. His voice was light, almost flippant, but his eyes reflected a deeper, inner desire.
Karen walked with a cautioned slow. The worm had said it was the fastest way to the castle, not the least dangerous. She knew there was going to be some wrath from the goblin king, so she walked almost tiptoeing.
She rounded a particularly sharp turn and froze in her steps. Her stomach plummeted to her feet, then raced her heart to her throat.
There, in front of her was Jareth. Or was it? Slowly the parts of Karen's anatomy resumed their normal perches and she walked up to the statue. It was a perfect replica of Jareth, correct down to the last eyelash, meticulously carved in pale alabaster. She took this chance to study his face. Karen stepped onto the foot high, foot wide and long pedestal and stared into the stone eyes. There was a sadness to them, a bitter, strange, lonely sadness that tugged at her heartstrings. She shifted her eyes away from the hauntingly beautiful alabaster eyes and examined the rest of the face. His nose was aqualine, his mouth reagal, yes sensual. He had a strong jaw line and the barest hint of a cleft in his chin. His eyebrows slanted upwards, giving him an exotic look, something unearthly and different. His hair was perfectly manicured, naturally spiking up at the top and falling in a waterfall to brush his shoulders. His overall expression was that of boredom, arrogance and an inner sadness. She moved back a bit and studied his body. His neck was a regal column, smooth and very touchable looking. Karen felt a farmilliar feeling in her gut.
"I find him attractive!" She gasped inwardly, her eyes expressing her shock. Sure his body was very well built, not very muscular, but toned, with long, powerful legs and... Her eyes traveled upwards and she felt a blush infuse her cheeks.
"Like what you see?" A Britishly accented voice, tinged with amusment, asked her. Karen ripped her eyes from Jareth's... assets to his face and saw in shock that it was flesh and blood. His voice was light, almost flippant, but his eyes reflected a deeper, inner desire.
