Solea - She seemed to be looking for something important that she had hidden from her stepmother and I hope Jareth believes her instead of just punishing her and screwing up all of his chances again.
BTW I LOVE your fic. Jdraegon-fire- For some reason, I don't think she actually was trying to escape this time. It's too soon for that.
Moon Wolf - Blood? What's she trying to do? Kill herself? was she going to jump out the window and die but the caught it in regret
Chook - i think there might av been sumthin she wuz hidin round there that she wuz tryina get
KitKatGirl - methinks that Sarah was... um... uh... she... dropped something out the window?
Redaura - doing something good? leaving some thing for toby?
Fidget Saturnwand - Sarah wasn't escaping, and I don't have enough info. for a sepulation so I'm just gonna say that I think she either fell or was looking for something he had hidden from Karen's prying eyes.
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She nearly fell when he teleported her. But didn't due to the fact that he was holding her so tight. "That was very foolish of you Sarah." She tried to pull away and failed miserably.
"I wasn't trying to escape you idiot!" She was terrified, and as was human nature she resorted to anger for a useful emotion.
"Weren't you? It seemed to appear like it. Climbing out the window." He shook her slightly and she froze once seeing the violence in his eyes. And knowing he wasn't acting upon it.
"I was climbing back in."
He barely heard her; her voice had gone from screaming to whispering. But there was no deception or secrets in her eyes. It didn't hurt that the instant they touched the underground his spell took affect on her.
He now controlled her, she could no longer strike him and dare she try to escape again she would no longer be able to move. In turn this also meant that she could not lie to him, ever, or at all. "Then pray tell Sarah mine. What were you doing?" At his last word her released her and moved to sit on his throne.
"Mailing a letter, to my friends, telling them what happened and asking them to do something. Do you need to know anything else? What I packed perhaps? It could be, Goblin King, that it's none of your business." Her tone had from to cold to biting within only a few words. Anger and violence radiated off her in rivers as she stood before him. It was while he looked her over that he recalled the blood. Vanishing and appearing beside her he took hold of her left arm. "Hey OW!" She went silent at the sight of her wound it seemed that she had either forgotten about it or had yet to notice it.
"I hate blood." Her face had gone rather pale but she wasn't trying to escape from him. She lifted the fabric of her sleeve to reveal the cut. She muttered something about a knife and in the same moment ripped the rest of the sleeve off. It surprised him that she hadn't panicked over the sight of her blood. Nearly all the women he knew had vapors over anything other than a pin prick, sometimes even then. "My stuff."
"What?"
"My stuff, I threw in the first aid kit. White box with a red cross on it, get please." Even as she spoke she sank to the floor, wincing as she raised the wound above her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Slowing the bleeding, get the fucking box!" If there hadn't been blood halfway down her arm and now dripping into her shirt he may have been angry with her for speaking to him in such a way. Instead he mearly conjured the chest and found her described box. With one hand she opened it and pulled out a few of the things inside. Pouring a clear liquid onto a bit of cloth she placed it on her arm. "Oh hell."
"What?" He suddenly felt worried over her, he had never seen her bleed before, and this was no pin prick.
"That stings. Keep talking, its distracting. Can you hand me that bag, the one with the white stuff in it?"
"Well what purpose dose that potion serve?" She laughed slightly and used her teeth to open the bag.
"Hold that piece." Instead he took the wrap and wound it around her arm as she held the beginning end. "It's a disinfectant, a bit of alcohol and water and stuff. Any strong liquor would suffice I guess but that was made for cleaning wounds. Stings like hell though."
"Where did you learn this?" He knew she held a passion for dance, and that her interest also lay in what she had always thought to be fantasy. But medical care had never been hinted at. It told him once again that there was quite a bit that was still a mystery about her to him.
"School." Her voice was soft and he could see she was soon going to pass out. "I'm going to have a fever soon." She was speaking more herself more than him, but he was glad to know what to expect. He was no healer and it would take all night to get one to his castle. Cradling her in his arms he walked rather than appeared to her room. Placing her under her sheets he sent for Hoggle. The dwarf could be trusted to watch over her in silence. He didn't know all the details as to how she had been hurt but he intended to find out.
Forming a summoning crystal he sent it to the nearest healer he trusted. One he knew that would get here as fast as he could. Sarah may have played healer to herself but he was not going to chance her dieing because she had done something wrong. Or hadn't done something.
Looks like I haven't made him an ass yet. Don't worry he'll be back to royal pain soon. I know its been a while but I PROMISE that a I have a nice bit of writing for you in the near future. I just have to work my way there. I wrote it some time back when the scenes wouldn't leave my head.
If you think that makes me sound crazy, you obviously haven't been paying much attention to me.
Ah well tell me what you think. Really the newer kinder Jareth is somewhat of a bore to write. Its so much more fun when they're fighting. Anyone agree to that???
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