With her good arm she launched one of her many pillows at him. The healer may have done wonders for her knife wound but his opinions on the fairer sex were far from complimentary. And so she was refusing to let him near her until he apologized. She had quite the arsenal surrounding her and contrary to her lack of popularity at school she had never been picked last in gym.
"This is very immature of you." She rolled her eyes.
"You are being rude. I refuse to ignore you insulting me to my face while acting like you aren't." He blinked at her for a moment, clearly stunned that she knew what he had been insinuating. "In case you haven't heard, I'm not from the Underground, and I will use you're head for a target for however as long you insult me." She smiled sweetly and held up another pillow for emphasis, it had been her left arm that was cut, not her right. He narrowed his gaze at her and she didn't bother to look intimidated. Compared to Karen the effort was a joke, compared to Jareth it was nothing to blink at. "I didn't get cut because I was doing something stupid in the kitchen as you seem to think." Leaning back into her depleted backrest she settled for glaring at him.
He had mentioned once something about accelerating the healing process; the draw back was that she was dead tired. A disadvantage she was well aware of and despising at the same time.
"And how was it girl that you were harmed?"
"A man was trying to take my little brother, he cut me with his knife." She didn't mention that the man had broken his neck after hitting the wall a second time. It was something she tried not to think of.
"You fought off a-."
"That's what I said is it not? I didn't have any other choice." It was with those words that an unknown tension in her eased. She still felt sorry that the bastard was dead, but she didn't blame herself for it. It was with this sudden lift from her conscience that she fell asleep, forgetting her battle with the healer.
His gaze was level as the healer entered the study. "She is the most impudent, disobeying, opinionated-!"
"Yes, she does hold a certain charm about her." His expression told the older man to watch his words without having to say it. In turn the man calmed down.
"A few days of bed rest, a week at most, and she shouldn't have more than a light scar to show for it." Nodding to the elderly man he watched him leave. Carefully having guarded his relief he returned to his work. He had returned to her once home to track the cur that had made her bleed.
He'd found the bastard lying broken against the boys wall, listening to the harpy woman speak to whom he assumed were the tardy law enforcement he learned that it had been Sarah to cause his death. At least according to the elder woman's tale, she then fibbed of how Sarah had run from the house after the occurrence.
It made him all the more glad that he had saved her from that house. Although he doubted she would appreciate his actions for a long time to come. But he now had time. Time to let her grow under his wing and care. Time to work his way so deep into her life that she would learn to depend on him no matter how reluctant she was about it.
There was a large line of difference between taming and breaking in Jareth's mind. Though in the thoughts of his acquaintances they sometimes were one in the same.
Taming: to subdue; to conquer; to repress; as, to tame the pride or passions of.
Breaking: to infringe or violate; to destroy the completeness of; to remove a part from; to shatter to pieces; to reduce to fragments; to weaken or impair: to reduce to subjection; to make tractable; to discipline; to crush; to overwhelm; as, to vanquish one's strength.
So much more to be said, yet all the easier to accomplish. All that would need to be done to shatter her spirit would be to force her to his bed, and do with her body as his wished to do. He might rise sated from the bed but she would lie broken. The thought of something of that nature happening to Sarah, or any woman for that matter, disgusted him. It made his skin crawl at the thought of what would have to be done to break Sarah's iron spirit. He could never do that to another, nor would he allow it to happen to his mortal. Such a task would prove to be no challenge and no pleasure in the long run.
But oh to tame her! To mold her to stand at his side with neither threat or arm keeping her there. Bending her will to his without breaking the person she was. That was what he wanted of his little Sarah. It would be a thing of time. Needing patience ands awareness of her actions, anticipation of her thoughts and doings, and the ready and willingness to change tactics at a moments notice. She would not sit idle and let any man take rule of her life.
She'd proven such when she had run the first time. 'Something there will not be a repeat of.' His mind promised. She had bid her time and waited till the moment was right, knowing he had suspected it least, and thinking far enough ahead to wait things out.
Even as his mind brushed thoughts and plans of his precious mortal he continued his work. Too much was going on for him to give it to another, matters too pressing and delicate to go to any but the King. And loath he may have been to leave his intentions of Sarah for a time he was, his kingdom was his responsibility. But once the dealings with the Demon kingdom were over, she would be the focus of his spare time, and he the sole focus of her world. But until then…
Ah so nice to see into the inner workings of Jareth's mind neh??? Thought so. Sorry for the delay summer is busy time at work and I live there it seems. I promise though that in the next chapter shouting shall resume. Really it ought to be expected. Sarah is better, physically, and she is pissed. What better way at expressing betrayal and hiding fear than by doing so with rage and wit????
Tokens of REVIEWS and constructive criticisms are ALWAYS WELCOME. Till then I thank thee all.
~BUM~