The sunlight streaming through the windows was brilliant and golden, beckoning all and sundry for a leisurely afternoon in its heady embrace. It had the added bonus of highlighting the stunning regalia Jareth had donned, making him look like he was carved from glacier ice and velvety shadow. He looked intimidating as hell and absolutely smashing and there was no way on earth I was letting him go without a fight. (It was a good thing his castle wasn’t technically on earth.)
I hugged a teary-eyed Feanor to me and kissed the top of his head before lifting my eyes to Jareth. “It’s a matter of priorities. Which would you rather do? Spend time with your tiny darling son who just wants to be near his father,” I held out a now hopeful-looking Feanor for emphasis, “or go to yet another useless administrative initiative?”
Jareth crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t classify the Goblin Summit as a ‘useless administrative initiative.’”
“No? When’s the last time anything actually got done except you listening to endless factions squabbling?”
He arched an eyebrow. “It’s about my presence as their ruler. I provide the proper authority to the proceedings.”
“Mmhmm. How often do you do something besides look sternly down at them?”
He paused, his eyes twinkling ever so slightly. “I occasionally tweak my lips up in an inscrutable half-smile.”
“Right. So just make a projection of yourself that does that on endless loop, and send it there instead.”
Irritation flashed across his face. “I can’t just do that on a whim.”
“And why not? Your power in this realm is pretty absolute. And the summit’s being held in your realm, isn’t it?”
He blinked thoughtfully as he leaned his shoulder against the wall, luxuriating in a ray of sunshine that fell across his face. “It takes time to make such a projection.”
Gotcha, my love. “Be fashionably late.”
Feanor let out an adorable squeak and stretched his little hands out. “Papa? I help make pro-dek-shun?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Tell me you can resist that.”
He gathered Feanor into his arms and kissed the top of his son’s head. “You, my lad, are devious. You must get it from your mother.”
Feanor giggled.
I kissed Feanor’s cheek. “Yeah, I think Papa’s hilarious too, honey.” I leaned up to kiss Jareth. “You two have fun now.”
“And where are you going?”
“I’ll be in the garden on a very nice blanket, lounging in this glorious sunshine. Do feel free to come join me after you finish that projection. I’m sure the blanket will have room.” I kissed them both again. “See you two very soon, yes?”
“Yes, Mama!” said Feanor, now wriggling happily in his father’s arms.
Jareth tucked Feanor firmly under an arm, and made for the door. “Most certainly, my devious love. Let’s go, my lad.”
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The sunlight streaming through the windows was brilliant and golden, beckoning all and sundry for a leisurely afternoon in its heady embrace. It had the added bonus of highlighting the stunning regalia Jareth had donned, making him look like he was carved from glacier ice and velvety shadow. He looked intimidating as hell and absolutely smashing and there was no way on earth I was letting him go without a fight. (It was a good thing his castle wasn’t technically on earth.)
I hugged a teary-eyed Feanor to me and kissed the top of his head before lifting my eyes to Jareth. “It’s a matter of priorities. Which would you rather do? Spend time with your tiny darling son who just wants to be near his father,” I held out a now hopeful-looking Feanor for emphasis, “or go to yet another useless administrative initiative?”
Jareth crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t classify the Goblin Summit as a ‘useless administrative initiative.’”
“No? When’s the last time anything actually got done except you listening to endless factions squabbling?”
He arched an eyebrow. “It’s about my presence as their ruler. I provide the proper authority to the proceedings.”
“Mmhmm. How often do you do something besides look sternly down at them?”
He paused, his eyes twinkling ever so slightly. “I occasionally tweak my lips up in an inscrutable half-smile.”
“Right. So just make a projection of yourself that does that on endless loop, and send it there instead.”
Irritation flashed across his face. “I can’t just do that on a whim.”
“And why not? Your power in this realm is pretty absolute. And the summit’s being held in your realm, isn’t it?”
He blinked thoughtfully as he leaned his shoulder against the wall, luxuriating in a ray of sunshine that fell across his face. “It takes time to make such a projection.”
Gotcha, my love. “Be fashionably late.”
Feanor let out an adorable squeak and stretched his little hands out. “Papa? I help make pro-dek-shun?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Tell me you can resist that.”
He gathered Feanor into his arms and kissed the top of his son’s head. “You, my lad, are devious. You must get it from your mother.”
Feanor giggled.
I kissed Feanor’s cheek. “Yeah, I think Papa’s hilarious too, honey.” I leaned up to kiss Jareth. “You two have fun now.”
“And where are you going?”
“I’ll be in the garden on a very nice blanket, lounging in this glorious sunshine. Do feel free to come join me after you finish that projection. I’m sure the blanket will have room.” I kissed them both again. “See you two very soon, yes?”
“Yes, Mama!” said Feanor, now wriggling happily in his father’s arms.
Jareth tucked Feanor firmly under an arm, and made for the door. “Most certainly, my devious love. Let’s go, my lad.”