Aaaaand I am back in my small apartment in Denmark! Christmas with my family in the US was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic! I nearly got head-trauma from all the hugs I got when I arrived at the airport. My old man nearly started bawling while we were there and my mum was just laughing at him. And the best part: life in my family home went on as if I'd never even left. Very homey, comforting and familiar. It was nice. I fought with my siblings, suffered from jet-lag and assisted in the ripping, tearing and shredding of X-mas paper on X-mas Day. Got some el-neat-o stuff too. (Lol, Spanglesh!)
BUT as nice as the holidays were, there is real life to return to. School, responsibilities, and a fridge full of expired food. (My carrots were growing and I didn't even bother opening my milk. It wasn't moving when I shook it. XD) However, returning to my humble abode doesn't have to be so bad. I have been reunited with my beloved husband and so I will be able to write and update my stories in a somewhat regular fashion. So enough of the chit-chat, ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own 'Treasure Planet' in any way, shape or form. If I did, Jim would have a girlfriend and I'd be filthy rich.
Enjoy!
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"Oh Captain James! Tell us the story of Treasure Planet! Please!" the horde of girls that surrounded him pleaded, heavily made-up eyes fluttering. Jim fought the urge to gag. He hadn't been out of his room two seconds before this group of girls had found him. And they hadn't left his side since.
"Oh that old story?" Jim asked, eyebrows raised politely, "Nah, I'd much rather hear about you lovely ladies," he smiled as the girls giggled, bringing up their fans up to cover their blushing faces.
'Keep calm Jim, you can do this,' Jim thought to himself, 'you survived Treasure Planet blowing up; you survived the headmaster at the Academy and even the trip here with Rune on board! You can handle these irritating little schoolgirls!' But the way the girls were acting he wouldn't last long.
'What the hell happened to me?' Jim wondered to himself as he socialized with the girls that surrounded him. Before this trip he would have been attracted to these over made-up faces and the way they acted. What happened in the weeks leading up to this point? Jim knew the answer to that question before he even finished asking himself. Rune was what happened. What she did to him, Jim had no clue but she had most definitely done something to him. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, in a certain 'others be damned' way. Or maybe it was the way she didn't vie for attention the way these birds did. Of course the crazy Halfling demanded attention, but she was blunt and up-front about it. None of this endless flirting that went nowhere.
The problem was, Jim had gotten used to Rune. And as the crazy Halfling would put it, 'Once you've gone Rune, there's no going back.' Made sense now, in its own non-rhyming way.
From where he stood, Jim could see Amelia talking to someone at least twice her size near the buffet table. 'An escape!' he thought before turning back to the ladies crowding him.
"If you'll excuse me ladies, I need to go and have a word with my First Mate," Jim threw apologizing looks to the group who whined and pleaded for him to stay. He almost ran over to where Amelia was but he kept it casual, slow, normal.
"Ahem, Amelia? May I have a word?" he motioned his head to a secluded corner; Amelia eyed the fan girls giggling and whispering behind their fans in the distance behind him.
"Of course, Captain," she nodded and followed Jim.
"Really Jim, you'd think you'd never met a woman before by the way you're avoiding your avid fan group over there," Amelia chuckled as the young captain groaned and ran a hand through his hair.
"Ugh it's not that it's just…I mean look at them! I have never seen a woman wear so much makeup before! It'd be funny if their attention wasn't on me!" Despite how funny it was, Amelia straightened her coat and looked Jim straight in the eye.
"Look Jim, I know these women aren't exactly your…type, but what do you think it would look like if the esteemed Captain Hawkins was seen running away from young women of such high standing?" Jim groaned but Amelia continued, "Just be polite, make small talk and hope you last through the night. Good luck Captain!" she clasped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. He scowled but nodded making his way back to his fan girls, a polite smile on his face.
"So, Captain Jim how was your trip here to Donoma?" one girl with frighteningly long eyelashes and glitter painted on her face asked, receiving murmurs and nods from around the group.
'Better if I didn't have to be here right now.'
"Oh it was fantastic! I have never had such a pleasant voyage before," Jim smiled sweetly, "Although it would have been better if I'd known I'd be surrounded by the most beautiful women of all Donoma," he added huskily. He could have sworn every girl in the group swooned then and there. Another girl with a ridiculous headdress of white feathers stepped forward ever so slightly, bumping him with her hip.
"Oh stop it you tease!" she giggled, high-pitched and with more energy than necessary. Jim refused to cringe and smiled again. Musicians began playing a rather up-beat tune and dancers began crowding the floor.
"May I have this dance," Jim bowed and kissed Lady Headdress' hand. She giggled again and brought up her fan to cover her blush. Not that it would have mattered anyway with her face caked in make-up. He brought her to the floor and the two began dancing. Fortunately for Jim, as soon as the dance ended, Sepla came forward.
"Jim m'boy! May I borrow you for a moment? Excuse us fair maiden, I must take your man for but a moment!" Lady Headdress smiled and blew Jim a kiss, who for appearances' sake, caught it and smiled back. Once they were off the dance floor, Sepla turned and smiled knowingly at Jim.
"Jim! Jim! For one so young, surrounded by so many beautiful flowers," Sepla sighed dramatically watching Jim's fan group somewhere behind him. Jim refused to turn and look, "I found it astonishing that I, the Great Sepla, haven't had Lady Love on my side tonight! Alas I suppose that's because the famous Captain Jim Hawkins is here!" Sepla laughed heartily as he grabbed two glasses of a shimmering gold liquid from a passing waiter.
"Here! To ladies and Ohcurian Solar Crystals!" Sepla held up his toast and downed it in one gulp. Jim stared from the drink in his hands to Sepla who smacked his lips loudly. Noticing this, Sepla laughed.
"It's a special drink I had shipped in from the Erupan Galaxy! The finest of the fine! Go ahead, drink!" Jim knocked back his drink like Sepla had earlier. A warm bubbling feeling flooded Jim's body. It felt warm and cool at the same time and every sense felt heightened. It went down to his fingertips and all the way to his toes. It was good!
"Whoa, what is that stuff?" Jim asked looking around with his newly heightened vision. Everything looked brighter, shinier, and happier. The sound was sharper, clearer and all of a sudden, Jim could feel the way the clothes' fibers brushed along his skin. Sepla chuckled deeply and handed Jim another glass of the golden shimmering stuff.
"It's called 'Milk of the Mother' but here we call it the 'best damn stuff around'!" Sepla guffawed and downed his second glass; Jim followed suit. Sepla was right! This really is the 'best damn stuff around!' He and Sepla had already had three glasses but other than the heightened senses, there were no symptoms of being drunk. When he'd asked about it Sepla explained that it wasn't an alcohol that affected humans other than the heightened senses, so technically they could drink it all they wanted. Apparently that was celebratory enough for Sepla to call for two more rounds.
"By the way young Jim, where is that young desert gazelle from earlier?" It took Jim a second before registering who Sepla was talking about. He was busy looking and listening and feeling everything.
"Who? Oh Rune? I dunno," Jim shrugged and took another glass from Sepla, "Last time I saw her was before the party and she was still getting ready." Jim took another swig of the golden liquid.
"Ah there is the dame everyone is thinking about! She's with my son over by the stairs!"
For one reason or another, Jim felt a stab of jealousy course through him. Nastas, was with his Rune? 'Wait a minute,' Jim shook his head, 'His Rune? That wasn't right. Rune wasn't his. She was a crazy, temperamental, rude… and absolutely stunning creature standing there in the light.'
He had turned in his seat and stared in awe at Rune, who stood talking to Nastas, in the most dazzling dress Jim had ever seen. Granted he didn't like dresses but the way this one hung off Rune's every curve, he highly approved. The color of the Etherium, its blues, purples and oranges clashed in harmony and complimented Rune's skin tone. Its open back revealed countless scars across beautifully tan skin; a daring neck line showed off her ample chest and the few scars that resided there; the material clung to her waist, courtesy of a golden belt, before plunging down to the floor. With Jim's heightened vision, he could have sworn the dress sparkled and winked at him, just like the Etherium with its stars.
Without him knowing, Jim had risen from his seat, drink in hand, and made his way over to Rune and Nastas. It looked as if Nastas were flirting with Rune who kindly smiled and ignored the man's attempts. She caught sight of Jim, and when their eyes met, he fought down the butterflies that began jumping around in his chest. Her eyes had been lined with powdered gold; shining against her tan skin and making her seem every bit the seductive enchantress that stole the hearts of men all around. She excused herself from Nastas' presence and walked over.
"Is that alcohol?" Rune asked immediately, and pointed to the golden drink in his hand.
"Well kinda-" Rune snatched the glass and downed it sighing happily.
"God, this thing is such a drag!" Rune hissed quietly, trading her empty glass for a new one, seemingly determined to make the night better by drinking her way into a stupor. Jim looked her over.
"Don't say that, it looks good on you," the words were out of Jim's mouth before he could stop them. Rune looked at him strangely, sipping the golden drink in her hand.
"I wasn't talking about the dress genius. I was talking 'bout the party," she gestured her empty hand to the crowds that surrounded them, "The dress is nice. I don't even have to strap down my tail although I am still half-deaf," she giggled and pointed to her ears that were carefully pinned down by a few hair ornaments. If you didn't know they were there you wouldn't have seen them.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Jim asked as a waiter offered him another glass of the golden stuff. Rune looked around in a daze, blue and green eyes searching the crowd for something he couldn't see.
"No, not really. I've gotten used to it though…" she trailed off, looking dazed and confused. Her dilated pupils went unnoticed by Jim who was currently trying to keep his eyes off her chest. He could practically see straight down her dress, as tall as he was compared to her.
"So where's Kiwi? I don't see her hanging around your neck like she usually does," Jim's eyes wandered down to Rune's waist. Rune staggered a bit before answering.
"She's…in my…room….Jim? W-what was in that…drink?" she clutched his arm, nails digging into his flesh as she nearly fell over. He tore his eyes from her loving hips to stare at her face, cheeks flushed and panting with eyes dilated to the point where the black almost consumed the blue and green. Slight panic gripped his heart as Rune staggered again, threatening to knock them both over.
"What's wrong with you? It was only a little 'Milk of the Moth-" Jim froze.
'-it wasn't an alcohol that affected humans,' Sepla's loud voice rang through Jim's head.
'I'm not exactly…human…,' Rune's hesitant voice spoke from the darkness of his mind, from when she first confessed her secret.
"'Milk of the Mother'?" Rune's panting broke through Jim's recollections, "You gave me, 'Milk of the Mother'?" she hissed at him angrily, clutching his shirt so hard her nails broke through the material, "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" she glared at him panting madly. She slumped into him and moaned into his shirt. Jim felt his gut twinge delightfully at the sound.
"Hey are you ok?" he gripped her shoulders, now fully aware how warm she'd gotten. Rune mumbled into his shirt and moaned again, rubbing up against him. He bit back a groan and waited for her answer.
"'Milk of the Mother'…is what the Elders give females…who have problems going into heat," Rune panted into Jim's shirt and pressed her chest enticingly to his, "It forces them into heat," Rune looked up at Jim, eyes filled with lust struggling to focus on his face, "Jim, get me out of here. Now!"
So I've been thinking about naming my computer (husband), but I don't know what. Review or IM me with ideas, please and thank you! Side note: the crazier, the better!