Disclaimer: The character's within this spinoff from my Labyrinth story are mine, but the world they are stationed in doesn't. I earn no money, but I do so enjoy the reviews!
This chapter in her diary is her response to meeting Cyric in chapter 17 of New Crystals, Old Dreams. If you haven't read that story, this won't make much sense to you, so I suggest reading that first…it's a great read!
The Diary of Jeaule Olincamp
Oh dear gods, could this day have been anymore of a rollercoaster for me? I thought that it would be simple, a nice gala dinner to celebrate the pending union of King Jareth and Lady Sarah. A union that most in the Underground looked forward to.
True, some with mixed feelings about her birth, but not outright hatred like my sister…and Medb.
I can't wrap my mind around the way their's work. It seems a waste of time to me…hating someone. Though, that is also the thing that scares me to my core. Erina wasn't always like this, she wasn't always the hate filled person I know now. She loved once, laughed once. It is rare to see her smile anymore, unless it is one of those frighteningly wicked smiles…like the one she had tonight.
But I digress…
It scares me that, with my blossoming emotions…I might not be able to handle them. Will I end up like my sister one day? Torn to the soul by hatred that now seems a futile waste? I don't know the answer to that question and that almost makes me wish that I could extinguish whatever fuel has been fired inside of me. It's easier being the timid mouse in the corner.
It's safer…
But I also know that without what is happening to me…I never would have held myself together as well as I did today, however weak a statement that may be. I have never felt as stupid in my life as I felt when I finally met Cyric. "A love potion…?!" Is that really what I said…?
Even now it seems like I watched that whole thing happen from a lovely vantage point across the room where I could laugh at myself. It was pathetic how I stammered when I realized his shirt was off. Oh Gods, I am hitting myself in the head even now for that eloquent utterance.
Though, by the gods, the man is a biological work of art.
There was something there though, when he looked into my eyes. Perhaps my love for him isn't as unfounded as I originally thought it to be…? Only time will tell if that little fairytale will come true, but what better place than the Underground for a fairytale come true?