"You see how easily I can cure you. Please don't make me demonstrate how easily I can hurt you." Jareth said coolly,
smirking with all his conssumate self satisfaction as she turned on him violently at this only to restrain herself. Fire
spat from her eyes whenever he spoke. But she hated him! How marvellous, and how truly delicious did she look when she was
furious, that pale skin given animation and power, her body positively throbbing with strength and heat. He watched,
fascinated, as her rage was smoothed over, the light in her eyes subdued, to be replaced by icy shards of confidence and
composure. He paced before her for several minutes, watching the goblins that guarded her progressively growing more and
more nervous even as she herself held his gaze, liquid light pooling inside the black orb of her eye. "You will tell me,"
he began, his pace that of an aggravated, caged lion "How you entered my castle. Your reputation proceeds you, and so I
shall give you the respect of knowing that this is the last time you shall watch the sun go down. You will die regardless
of whether you liberate your tongue or otherwise, but I caution you in that how much you tell me of faults in my Labyrinth,
dictates how merciful your death shall be." he slowed his pace, spinning on a silkily hushed heel before stepping close to
her, tilting his head and smiling slightly. Serita noted once again how utterly playful his cruelty was, as though he were
a child liberated to evil and unaware of it's consequences. "Whilst my guards may not be the most skilled torturers in all
of the Underground, they are quite pleasing. And do not forget that if I feel your death was too swift, I may be encouraged..."
he leant forward now, the potency of his presence and subtle scent overwhelming Serita so much that she stiffened, shivering
as his hot breath wafted into her ear. "... to bring you, Back.". Serita carefully, meticulously, drew her teeth out of
her bottom lip, tasting the burning copper of blood when she flickered out her tongue. Either he was mad, or he was even
more powerful than she had even estimated. As Jareth drew back, she managed to fix on her face what she knew to be her most
dazzling smile. "Quite simply a matter of ancestral knowledge my Lord," she began, watching his eyes narrow slightly in
suspicion at her abruptly charming nature. "There is a tunnel to the North of the fifth tower, under the roots of an Oak as
thick as the Aboveground is wide. I would advise blocking it if I were you, to prevent such ... accidents occuring again."
As she had spoken, Serita had stepped out from her flanking guards and gone to the window. Upon Jareth's dismissive gesture,
the guards had done nothing. He had continued to watch her with a narrow, almost reptilian curiosity. "You encourage Death
with a smile then my little thief?" he questioned sharply, not trusting this attitude so unakin to her previous exhibitions
of character. He suspected he was being manipulated and he did not care for such a suspicion, being always the master in
games of power and trickery. "I feel I would only come across Death should I no longer be of use to you... my Lord." she
continued silkily, casting her eyes back at him almost teasingly at the title. "And how are you still of use to me?" he
questioned, softening his anger to amusement as he moved closer to her again. If she wanted to play games, he was more than
happy to oblige. Besides he was curious as to what she thought she had that was worth bartering, besides herself. She
turned to face him now, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth "You think I merely know the weaknesses of your
castle? I know every nook and cranny of every domain within the Underground. If you want entry, to any fortress, no matter
how well guarded, I will know the way in." she said, eyes boring in to him, looking for his reaction. He slowly smiled and
took her in too, assessing her. He was not predisposed to hold confidences with thieves, no matter what charm they could
exude. He was also sure that she had no intention of disclosing secrets of other Lords to him. A good thief never reveals
that which makes them so good. But at least now, he had an excuse to keep her alive for a while... He toyed with the idea,
finding it appealing. He wanted to have a taste of her. He didn't think he had ever met anyone as alive as she seemed to be,
or as free, least of all a woman. She cared very little of his authority and it amused him greatly. "You never mentioned
your name little thief." he purred finally, his sharply seductive demeanour enough to make the guards exchange glances. They
had given up trying to understand what was going on in this room. Serita smiled and opened her mouth to issue a false name,
faltering when she realised any artifice would no doubt be picked up on if this man was as powerful as she knew him to be.
His grin widened as he noted her thinking this through, before she finally issued "Serita." An elegant eyebrow rose "Just
Serita?" he questioned, darting his eyes towards the shuffling guards. "Just Serita. No bastard child without a domain
holds a family name." she said, her expression hardening momentarily at the topic of discussion. He laughed slightly,
watching her eyes flare up in anger at his carelessness. "I am Jareth..." he began "I know your name." she interrupted
smoothly. "Really? Well considering how famous we both are, I believe we should be in more comfortable surroundings."
Jareth turned to the guards who swiftly snapped to attention. "Take our guest here somewhere to be cleaned up. And then
bring her to my quarters." he added, casting a judging glance in her direction. Her only response was to give him a
radiantly innocent smile.
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smirking with all his conssumate self satisfaction as she turned on him violently at this only to restrain herself. Fire
spat from her eyes whenever he spoke. But she hated him! How marvellous, and how truly delicious did she look when she was
furious, that pale skin given animation and power, her body positively throbbing with strength and heat. He watched,
fascinated, as her rage was smoothed over, the light in her eyes subdued, to be replaced by icy shards of confidence and
composure. He paced before her for several minutes, watching the goblins that guarded her progressively growing more and
more nervous even as she herself held his gaze, liquid light pooling inside the black orb of her eye. "You will tell me,"
he began, his pace that of an aggravated, caged lion "How you entered my castle. Your reputation proceeds you, and so I
shall give you the respect of knowing that this is the last time you shall watch the sun go down. You will die regardless
of whether you liberate your tongue or otherwise, but I caution you in that how much you tell me of faults in my Labyrinth,
dictates how merciful your death shall be." he slowed his pace, spinning on a silkily hushed heel before stepping close to
her, tilting his head and smiling slightly. Serita noted once again how utterly playful his cruelty was, as though he were
a child liberated to evil and unaware of it's consequences. "Whilst my guards may not be the most skilled torturers in all
of the Underground, they are quite pleasing. And do not forget that if I feel your death was too swift, I may be encouraged..."
he leant forward now, the potency of his presence and subtle scent overwhelming Serita so much that she stiffened, shivering
as his hot breath wafted into her ear. "... to bring you, Back.". Serita carefully, meticulously, drew her teeth out of
her bottom lip, tasting the burning copper of blood when she flickered out her tongue. Either he was mad, or he was even
more powerful than she had even estimated. As Jareth drew back, she managed to fix on her face what she knew to be her most
dazzling smile. "Quite simply a matter of ancestral knowledge my Lord," she began, watching his eyes narrow slightly in
suspicion at her abruptly charming nature. "There is a tunnel to the North of the fifth tower, under the roots of an Oak as
thick as the Aboveground is wide. I would advise blocking it if I were you, to prevent such ... accidents occuring again."
As she had spoken, Serita had stepped out from her flanking guards and gone to the window. Upon Jareth's dismissive gesture,
the guards had done nothing. He had continued to watch her with a narrow, almost reptilian curiosity. "You encourage Death
with a smile then my little thief?" he questioned sharply, not trusting this attitude so unakin to her previous exhibitions
of character. He suspected he was being manipulated and he did not care for such a suspicion, being always the master in
games of power and trickery. "I feel I would only come across Death should I no longer be of use to you... my Lord." she
continued silkily, casting her eyes back at him almost teasingly at the title. "And how are you still of use to me?" he
questioned, softening his anger to amusement as he moved closer to her again. If she wanted to play games, he was more than
happy to oblige. Besides he was curious as to what she thought she had that was worth bartering, besides herself. She
turned to face him now, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth "You think I merely know the weaknesses of your
castle? I know every nook and cranny of every domain within the Underground. If you want entry, to any fortress, no matter
how well guarded, I will know the way in." she said, eyes boring in to him, looking for his reaction. He slowly smiled and
took her in too, assessing her. He was not predisposed to hold confidences with thieves, no matter what charm they could
exude. He was also sure that she had no intention of disclosing secrets of other Lords to him. A good thief never reveals
that which makes them so good. But at least now, he had an excuse to keep her alive for a while... He toyed with the idea,
finding it appealing. He wanted to have a taste of her. He didn't think he had ever met anyone as alive as she seemed to be,
or as free, least of all a woman. She cared very little of his authority and it amused him greatly. "You never mentioned
your name little thief." he purred finally, his sharply seductive demeanour enough to make the guards exchange glances. They
had given up trying to understand what was going on in this room. Serita smiled and opened her mouth to issue a false name,
faltering when she realised any artifice would no doubt be picked up on if this man was as powerful as she knew him to be.
His grin widened as he noted her thinking this through, before she finally issued "Serita." An elegant eyebrow rose "Just
Serita?" he questioned, darting his eyes towards the shuffling guards. "Just Serita. No bastard child without a domain
holds a family name." she said, her expression hardening momentarily at the topic of discussion. He laughed slightly,
watching her eyes flare up in anger at his carelessness. "I am Jareth..." he began "I know your name." she interrupted
smoothly. "Really? Well considering how famous we both are, I believe we should be in more comfortable surroundings."
Jareth turned to the guards who swiftly snapped to attention. "Take our guest here somewhere to be cleaned up. And then
bring her to my quarters." he added, casting a judging glance in her direction. Her only response was to give him a
radiantly innocent smile.
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