Jareth's Ravyn
Chapter Two: A Book and a Kiss
I pace angrily in his library, anxious to get away. I know that. that thing is watching me, but I have no idea how. If I did, I'd have figured out a way to stop it. Suddenly, as much to startle him as to express my anger, I stomp my foot, halting my movements. I sit facing away from the mirror wall, since looking in the mirror when I'm crying makes me cry harder. I soften my expression.
How am I supposed to deal with this, if he won't even talk to me? What am I supposed to do, just sit here and die of boredom?
Shaking my head, I rest it on the table. Perhaps he doesn't know it, but the only reason I am angry is because he has a ratty selection in this library. I look up, snapping myself out of my reverie, and stare at a book on the table, scarcely believing my eyes. Perhaps he read my mind, but he had given me a copy of "The Never Ending Story." I smiled, looked around, and murmured, "thank you" very softly.
"You are quite welcome, Ravyn." I spin around and there he is, the king of the Labyrinth. I stare at him, wondering whether he truly cares the way he says he does. I am unsure whether I should believe it or not. But, I can't help thinking, that if he didn't love me, it would be hard to keep up the charade for an entire three months. That was how long I'd been in the Underground.
"Sara, are you well?" His ice blue eyes bore into mine, and I cannot help thinking how beautiful he is. His mane of silver, white, and gold locks remind me suddenly of an aroused lion. I give myself a mental shake at the direction my mind has taken.
"Yes, I suppose. I could use a little company, if you don't mind. Why don't you ever speak to me?" He chuckles at this, and I blush. His leather gloved fingers trace over my jaw, like the night when he brought me here. His thumb brushes over my lips. "What do you want?" I ask. I fear the possible answers. But, the one given surprises me greatly.
"I wish only for your love, Ravyn. Do not fear me, do as I say if such a thing is logical, but love me. Please. my dark angel." This pet name of his is something I enjoy, but somehow, I am saddened by it. His loneliness saddens me, I know. And I can do nothing. the solution presents itself. I know I love him, and I am pretty much positive he loves me. what is the harm?
I kiss him. As his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting and probing, I feel his fangs against my lips. They pierce swiftly, painlessly, and he sips daintily on my blood while feasting on my mouth. "Oh, lord," I think deliriously, "I am in for it now."
Chapter Two: A Book and a Kiss
I pace angrily in his library, anxious to get away. I know that. that thing is watching me, but I have no idea how. If I did, I'd have figured out a way to stop it. Suddenly, as much to startle him as to express my anger, I stomp my foot, halting my movements. I sit facing away from the mirror wall, since looking in the mirror when I'm crying makes me cry harder. I soften my expression.
How am I supposed to deal with this, if he won't even talk to me? What am I supposed to do, just sit here and die of boredom?
Shaking my head, I rest it on the table. Perhaps he doesn't know it, but the only reason I am angry is because he has a ratty selection in this library. I look up, snapping myself out of my reverie, and stare at a book on the table, scarcely believing my eyes. Perhaps he read my mind, but he had given me a copy of "The Never Ending Story." I smiled, looked around, and murmured, "thank you" very softly.
"You are quite welcome, Ravyn." I spin around and there he is, the king of the Labyrinth. I stare at him, wondering whether he truly cares the way he says he does. I am unsure whether I should believe it or not. But, I can't help thinking, that if he didn't love me, it would be hard to keep up the charade for an entire three months. That was how long I'd been in the Underground.
"Sara, are you well?" His ice blue eyes bore into mine, and I cannot help thinking how beautiful he is. His mane of silver, white, and gold locks remind me suddenly of an aroused lion. I give myself a mental shake at the direction my mind has taken.
"Yes, I suppose. I could use a little company, if you don't mind. Why don't you ever speak to me?" He chuckles at this, and I blush. His leather gloved fingers trace over my jaw, like the night when he brought me here. His thumb brushes over my lips. "What do you want?" I ask. I fear the possible answers. But, the one given surprises me greatly.
"I wish only for your love, Ravyn. Do not fear me, do as I say if such a thing is logical, but love me. Please. my dark angel." This pet name of his is something I enjoy, but somehow, I am saddened by it. His loneliness saddens me, I know. And I can do nothing. the solution presents itself. I know I love him, and I am pretty much positive he loves me. what is the harm?
I kiss him. As his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting and probing, I feel his fangs against my lips. They pierce swiftly, painlessly, and he sips daintily on my blood while feasting on my mouth. "Oh, lord," I think deliriously, "I am in for it now."
