AN: Dedicated to my editor who keeps bugging me for "more, write more....don't leave me hanging." I have a lot in my head I have not yet put down on paper. I know where I'm going with this, it just takes time getting there.
Disclaimer: Standard applies, except, what you don't recognize is my creation.
Chapter 16
Stunned silence permeated the room. A visual image of the infamous Goblin King in his more modest apron ensemble, as demonstrated by Katie, super-imposed itself over almost everyone's memory of the very famous clip from 'The Seven Year Itch' ...that of Marilyn Monroe standing on the grate while air blew her white dress up and she only managed to escape complete exposure by holding it down in front.
While Marilyn's image in the movie had gazed playfully seductive at her companion, Jareth's image was very disgruntled about being stuck, in a skirt, over something he couldn't turn off.
Jareth was the one notable exception to the mental image. He had seen the picture of Marilyn Monroe on the grate, but he hadn't paid attention to who it was or where it had come from, thereby avoiding the exact reason why he was now getting some pretty odd looks from his companions, kind of an embarrassed apologetic smirking from the older members of the group, the twins looking at him speculatively. Clearing his throat he folded his arms, stretched his legs out in front of him, crossed them at the ankles...and decided to wait until someone told him exactly what was going on. He could be patient, he had lots of time.
Aileen covered her face with her hands as what she'd last said registered on her ears. Her external ears. *Oh no! I didn't intend to say it out loud, for it to be heard by anyone. Children, Geoffrey dear, don't laugh....please.....don't say or do anything, let it pass unnoticed.* she projected as strongly as she could, and hoped they'd receive her unspoken words. *I didn't mean to....*
Katie realized now really wasn't the best time to hear the fulness of the family heritage. She could see everyone was drooping from the day's events and.....her eyes opened wide in horror.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!?!!?!!" she shrieked, leaped up and raced out of the room.
Disclaimer: Standard applies, except, what you don't recognize is my creation.
Chapter 16
Stunned silence permeated the room. A visual image of the infamous Goblin King in his more modest apron ensemble, as demonstrated by Katie, super-imposed itself over almost everyone's memory of the very famous clip from 'The Seven Year Itch' ...that of Marilyn Monroe standing on the grate while air blew her white dress up and she only managed to escape complete exposure by holding it down in front.
While Marilyn's image in the movie had gazed playfully seductive at her companion, Jareth's image was very disgruntled about being stuck, in a skirt, over something he couldn't turn off.
Jareth was the one notable exception to the mental image. He had seen the picture of Marilyn Monroe on the grate, but he hadn't paid attention to who it was or where it had come from, thereby avoiding the exact reason why he was now getting some pretty odd looks from his companions, kind of an embarrassed apologetic smirking from the older members of the group, the twins looking at him speculatively. Clearing his throat he folded his arms, stretched his legs out in front of him, crossed them at the ankles...and decided to wait until someone told him exactly what was going on. He could be patient, he had lots of time.
Aileen covered her face with her hands as what she'd last said registered on her ears. Her external ears. *Oh no! I didn't intend to say it out loud, for it to be heard by anyone. Children, Geoffrey dear, don't laugh....please.....don't say or do anything, let it pass unnoticed.* she projected as strongly as she could, and hoped they'd receive her unspoken words. *I didn't mean to....*
Katie realized now really wasn't the best time to hear the fulness of the family heritage. She could see everyone was drooping from the day's events and.....her eyes opened wide in horror.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!?!!?!!" she shrieked, leaped up and raced out of the room.