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Drabble 63
Drabble Challenge: #63
Word Count: 348 (sorry)
A/N: This is a bit of fun free writing that’s not a continuation of anything.
There was something about a winter night. The darkness was different, no longer muggy and welcoming, but sharp and mysterious and dangerous—a winter night was a horse of an entirely different color and this was the longest night of them all. Sarah stood amongst the rubble and the stones, looking out over the pines, their needles quivering in ancient unknowable conversation as the sun drown in the horizon.
Every instinct insisted that she return to the cabin bubbling cheerfully at her back, but stars sang above her, calling her out to play in the twilight wood. She’d never really learned to fear the right things, to understand that danger lurked in those spaces at the corner of your eye.
Frost-coated grass crunched beneath her boots as she stepped onto the path that would carry her to the cliffside. As soon as she breached the treeline the hair on the back of her neck rose and her pulse quickened. A trick of the night? Primordial fear? Or was it a reaction to something more corporeal?
A memory of pale eyes, beautiful in their incongruity, welled up in her mind. She knew better than to think of him, to speak his name in one world or another, but she felt it chime within her anyway.
“Lovely night for a stroll,” his voice was like frostbite.
“It was,” she agreed, not bothering to look him full in the face. That would be too much. The creature at the edge of her vision was adorned in crimson and evergreen, a cruel reminder that they’d always be unequal in that one crucial way, he wore immortality like his leather gloves, snug and threatening.
“You only have yourself to blame for my sudden intrusion, don’t think that I didn’t have better things to attend to,” Jareth said, taking her arm in his and guiding her to the cliff where they could view the moon-washed landscape.
“You know I have no power over you,” Sarah whispered into the night.
“Oh if only that were true,” Jareth replied as she dared to risk a glance at his smiling face. She really hadn’t learned to fear the right things.
Word Count: 348 (sorry)
A/N: This is a bit of fun free writing that’s not a continuation of anything.
There was something about a winter night. The darkness was different, no longer muggy and welcoming, but sharp and mysterious and dangerous—a winter night was a horse of an entirely different color and this was the longest night of them all. Sarah stood amongst the rubble and the stones, looking out over the pines, their needles quivering in ancient unknowable conversation as the sun drown in the horizon.
Every instinct insisted that she return to the cabin bubbling cheerfully at her back, but stars sang above her, calling her out to play in the twilight wood. She’d never really learned to fear the right things, to understand that danger lurked in those spaces at the corner of your eye.
Frost-coated grass crunched beneath her boots as she stepped onto the path that would carry her to the cliffside. As soon as she breached the treeline the hair on the back of her neck rose and her pulse quickened. A trick of the night? Primordial fear? Or was it a reaction to something more corporeal?
A memory of pale eyes, beautiful in their incongruity, welled up in her mind. She knew better than to think of him, to speak his name in one world or another, but she felt it chime within her anyway.
“Lovely night for a stroll,” his voice was like frostbite.
“It was,” she agreed, not bothering to look him full in the face. That would be too much. The creature at the edge of her vision was adorned in crimson and evergreen, a cruel reminder that they’d always be unequal in that one crucial way, he wore immortality like his leather gloves, snug and threatening.
“You only have yourself to blame for my sudden intrusion, don’t think that I didn’t have better things to attend to,” Jareth said, taking her arm in his and guiding her to the cliff where they could view the moon-washed landscape.
“You know I have no power over you,” Sarah whispered into the night.
“Oh if only that were true,” Jareth replied as she dared to risk a glance at his smiling face. She really hadn’t learned to fear the right things.
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