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always on my mind. I decided to write and post a bit more before I went off
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"Not what they seem"
Samantha opened her eyes and groaned. She had an incredible headache and felt disoriented. Slowly sitting up she found that she was in the room she had been staying in at Jareth's castle. She glanced down to see that she was still dressed in her cotton blue dress and it was still nightfall as little candles were lit all around her room. She tried to move and grasped her forehead.
"Headache?" She slowly opened her eyes to see Jareth at her side. He sat beside her and raised one black gloved hand. He slowly let his hand wander to her face and pressed two fingers to her forehead. She closed her eyes and when she opened them his hand was gone, along with her headache. "Better?"
She nodded touching where his fingers had touched her skin. "Too bad they couldn't pack that into a bottle of Tylenol." She smiled.
"Despite the headache, how are you feeling?"
"Tired." *Shocked, emotionally drained, confused, lonely. *
"Then I'll let you rest. You've had a long night."
"What time is it?"
"Just after midnight."
"Geez I was sleeping all that time? We went to the tower around 7. I don't even remember walking with you to my room."
He chuckled softy. "Well you wouldn't remember that because you were not awake." His smile broadened and as she looked at him she realized that she was forgetting how cruel he could act if he wanted to. She forced the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on the smile on his face. "You fell asleep and I carried you." He finished.
"Thank you. I'm a little messed up emotionally right now."
He frowned. "Because of me. I regret bringing up bad memories for you."
"No it's ok. I had to face them, you know? I couldn't keep bottling things up inside of me. I have to be strong for Josh so I don't reveal my feelings very often. You're the first person I've talked to about Mark since we broke up."
"He isn't worth talking about." He replied, brushing a stray curl from her face. "Certainly not after what he did to you."
"Well he might have done more damage, if you hadn't…" She paused studying the Goblin King as he sat beside her. He was sitting directly by her side, his hands clasped in his lap. He wore a simple white shirt, with a low neckline, a black leather vest, his gray pants and black boots. She smiled sweetly and continued. "I didn't realize that I had a guardian watching over me. Who knows what evil he would have been capable of doing if you had not come along. Thank you."
"Believe me I felt great pleasure at tripping him and watching his face hit the corner of that table. He's lucky that he was injured enough that he felt he should go to the hospital. If he had even thought about raising another hand to you I would have sent him to the Bog of Eternal Stench. I would have enjoyed tossing him in myself."
She laughed out loud as she pictured Jareth dumping Mark into the Bog. It was the first time that she had laughed out loud in a long time.
"Besides, I could not let anything happen to the only child who ever regretted defeating me."
"How did you…?"
"I'm full of surprises, aren't I? But we'll talk about what else I know and anything else your little heart desires AFTER you have rested." He got up off the bed and moved to the door and she followed him.
She gave him a sweet smile and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. "G'night Jareth."
She could have sworn she saw him blush. "Good Night." He answered coolly and he closed the door behind him. A smile spread across Sam's face as she leaned against the back of the closed door. Jareth was definitely not who she thought he was.
"Things are not always what they seem in this place." She said aloud.
"Not what they seem"
Samantha opened her eyes and groaned. She had an incredible headache and felt disoriented. Slowly sitting up she found that she was in the room she had been staying in at Jareth's castle. She glanced down to see that she was still dressed in her cotton blue dress and it was still nightfall as little candles were lit all around her room. She tried to move and grasped her forehead.
"Headache?" She slowly opened her eyes to see Jareth at her side. He sat beside her and raised one black gloved hand. He slowly let his hand wander to her face and pressed two fingers to her forehead. She closed her eyes and when she opened them his hand was gone, along with her headache. "Better?"
She nodded touching where his fingers had touched her skin. "Too bad they couldn't pack that into a bottle of Tylenol." She smiled.
"Despite the headache, how are you feeling?"
"Tired." *Shocked, emotionally drained, confused, lonely. *
"Then I'll let you rest. You've had a long night."
"What time is it?"
"Just after midnight."
"Geez I was sleeping all that time? We went to the tower around 7. I don't even remember walking with you to my room."
He chuckled softy. "Well you wouldn't remember that because you were not awake." His smile broadened and as she looked at him she realized that she was forgetting how cruel he could act if he wanted to. She forced the thoughts from her mind and concentrated on the smile on his face. "You fell asleep and I carried you." He finished.
"Thank you. I'm a little messed up emotionally right now."
He frowned. "Because of me. I regret bringing up bad memories for you."
"No it's ok. I had to face them, you know? I couldn't keep bottling things up inside of me. I have to be strong for Josh so I don't reveal my feelings very often. You're the first person I've talked to about Mark since we broke up."
"He isn't worth talking about." He replied, brushing a stray curl from her face. "Certainly not after what he did to you."
"Well he might have done more damage, if you hadn't…" She paused studying the Goblin King as he sat beside her. He was sitting directly by her side, his hands clasped in his lap. He wore a simple white shirt, with a low neckline, a black leather vest, his gray pants and black boots. She smiled sweetly and continued. "I didn't realize that I had a guardian watching over me. Who knows what evil he would have been capable of doing if you had not come along. Thank you."
"Believe me I felt great pleasure at tripping him and watching his face hit the corner of that table. He's lucky that he was injured enough that he felt he should go to the hospital. If he had even thought about raising another hand to you I would have sent him to the Bog of Eternal Stench. I would have enjoyed tossing him in myself."
She laughed out loud as she pictured Jareth dumping Mark into the Bog. It was the first time that she had laughed out loud in a long time.
"Besides, I could not let anything happen to the only child who ever regretted defeating me."
"How did you…?"
"I'm full of surprises, aren't I? But we'll talk about what else I know and anything else your little heart desires AFTER you have rested." He got up off the bed and moved to the door and she followed him.
She gave him a sweet smile and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. "G'night Jareth."
She could have sworn she saw him blush. "Good Night." He answered coolly and he closed the door behind him. A smile spread across Sam's face as she leaned against the back of the closed door. Jareth was definitely not who she thought he was.
"Things are not always what they seem in this place." She said aloud.
