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Sarah sat on the edge of her bed in the darkness, staring at the necklace she held in her hand. She hadn't moved for the last
half hour, not even to turn the light on. The moonlight alone aided her in tracing the outline of the coldly gleaming silver.
She was seated so still that someone watching might even have thought that she was listening to the necklace. The evening
previously she had thrown it out of her window, overcome by disturbing thoughts whenever it was anywhere near her. She had
at first worn it, finding it beautiful even if it was a present from Jareth. But she had not been prepared for the emotions
that the thing seemed to exude almost as if it were a person itself. She would be seated reading a book and she would
suddenly be assaulted by this overwhelming swell of love and passion. It was so intense and heart-felt it almost hurt. It
was worse when put in contrast with her horrible dreams full of hate and deceit and blood and pain. She would awaken, nearly
crying, and the throbs of love would swim over her almost as if trying to comfort her. Or reassure her that... that...
Sarah's mind seemed to bolt away from wherever the thought was going, refusing to continue, confronting a block. She got the
feeling that were she to attempt to remove the block she wouldn't be able to take it. She had awoken in the middle of the
night and the necklace had been on her nightstand. "I threw you away." she hissed to it in the dark, almost expecting it to
reply. She remembered her father saying once that objects could retain the emotions of their owners. Who had this belonged
to before her? Hesitantly now, she put it around her neck. The sway of it was gentler this time, as if now acknowledging
she could not take it's full power. Her eyes fluttering closed, she allowed herself to be taken as the love formed words...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A thousand times the words 'I would die for him' have been uttered to an ally, a lover, a brother. I hold the truth of those
words in the core of who I am. Because indeed I would, die, for this man.
"It is the heart, the way, the breath, the life. You gave it to me."
He gave me life in a way my unknown father never could have for the simple reason that he gave me a purpose. I traded venom
and spitefulness for this un-forsaking loyalty, and it was a fine trade.
"I serve you with the hate that was once given unreservedly. Thank you a thousand times for the taming of it into something
that may do good. If these words could be expressed through my pride I would give them to you. I would kiss you and hold
you and somehow make you feel this love."
The finest trade of all, when it is necessary, if it becomes necessary, is my life for his. He will never die when I am here,
to keep him in this world. I have a people now. I have a land, no longer the wanderer, the bastard child. Whilst I may
mean everything or nothing to him for all of my knowledge, my love is unconditional. I remain here forever.
"Seduction by the whore that I was and could now never contemplate becoming again even whilst I want you so. I remember your
constraints and respect you too much to fight them. You shall never know, the passion I hold. You shall see the cold eyes
you want to see, have the loyalty you wish. My lord."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah sat on the edge of her bed in the darkness, staring at the necklace she held in her hand. She hadn't moved for the last
half hour, not even to turn the light on. The moonlight alone aided her in tracing the outline of the coldly gleaming silver.
She was seated so still that someone watching might even have thought that she was listening to the necklace. The evening
previously she had thrown it out of her window, overcome by disturbing thoughts whenever it was anywhere near her. She had
at first worn it, finding it beautiful even if it was a present from Jareth. But she had not been prepared for the emotions
that the thing seemed to exude almost as if it were a person itself. She would be seated reading a book and she would
suddenly be assaulted by this overwhelming swell of love and passion. It was so intense and heart-felt it almost hurt. It
was worse when put in contrast with her horrible dreams full of hate and deceit and blood and pain. She would awaken, nearly
crying, and the throbs of love would swim over her almost as if trying to comfort her. Or reassure her that... that...
Sarah's mind seemed to bolt away from wherever the thought was going, refusing to continue, confronting a block. She got the
feeling that were she to attempt to remove the block she wouldn't be able to take it. She had awoken in the middle of the
night and the necklace had been on her nightstand. "I threw you away." she hissed to it in the dark, almost expecting it to
reply. She remembered her father saying once that objects could retain the emotions of their owners. Who had this belonged
to before her? Hesitantly now, she put it around her neck. The sway of it was gentler this time, as if now acknowledging
she could not take it's full power. Her eyes fluttering closed, she allowed herself to be taken as the love formed words...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A thousand times the words 'I would die for him' have been uttered to an ally, a lover, a brother. I hold the truth of those
words in the core of who I am. Because indeed I would, die, for this man.
"It is the heart, the way, the breath, the life. You gave it to me."
He gave me life in a way my unknown father never could have for the simple reason that he gave me a purpose. I traded venom
and spitefulness for this un-forsaking loyalty, and it was a fine trade.
"I serve you with the hate that was once given unreservedly. Thank you a thousand times for the taming of it into something
that may do good. If these words could be expressed through my pride I would give them to you. I would kiss you and hold
you and somehow make you feel this love."
The finest trade of all, when it is necessary, if it becomes necessary, is my life for his. He will never die when I am here,
to keep him in this world. I have a people now. I have a land, no longer the wanderer, the bastard child. Whilst I may
mean everything or nothing to him for all of my knowledge, my love is unconditional. I remain here forever.
"Seduction by the whore that I was and could now never contemplate becoming again even whilst I want you so. I remember your
constraints and respect you too much to fight them. You shall never know, the passion I hold. You shall see the cold eyes
you want to see, have the loyalty you wish. My lord."
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