“Mmmm?” His voice drifted between us in the bed, drowsy and contented.
“I want to talk to you about something.”
His sudden attention pierced me like a rapier. “This sounds serious.”
I swallowed, trying not be distracted by the way the moonlight traced the sensuous lines of his mouth. “It’s probably nothing.”
“That furrowed brow of yours suggests otherwise.” His eyes glittered with menace. “Does someone require killing?”
“Jareth! No. No killing.”
“Are you quite sure?” There was a spark of glee behind his eyes now. “It’s been ages, but I’m sure I could work up a nice evisceration curse or three.”
I sighed. “What is it with all you Faerie types and death threats?”
“It’s the only real fun when you live so long.” He flashed me a jaunty grin. “So now, back to the evisceration. Who needs it?”
“No one.”
He tilted his head, using his best persuasive tones. “Are you quite sure?”
“Gaaaah, stop it! There will be no evisceration just because I’m weirded out by some of the bridal shower activities!”
“Aha! So what are those scheming harpies at Court proposing for the shower?”
I pressed my hands over my eyes. “It was more of a bath, actually.”
“As long as they’re not trying that whole bathing in the blood of virgins trope.” He snorted. “Can’t believe they think anyone would ever fall for it. Even the infamous Countess Báthory didn’t really do it, and she was a right horror.”
My hands slid from my eyes as my mouth fell open. “It’s a tro...they always try…” I stopped, closed my eyes for a long moment, and regrouped. “So it is not, in fact, a Faerie tradition dating back to time immemorial.”
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2018-04-22 22:28 (UTC)Drabble
“Jareth?”
“Mmmm?” His voice drifted between us in the bed, drowsy and contented.
“I want to talk to you about something.”
His sudden attention pierced me like a rapier. “This sounds serious.”
I swallowed, trying not be distracted by the way the moonlight traced the sensuous lines of his mouth. “It’s probably nothing.”
“That furrowed brow of yours suggests otherwise.” His eyes glittered with menace. “Does someone require killing?”
“Jareth! No. No killing.”
“Are you quite sure?” There was a spark of glee behind his eyes now. “It’s been ages, but I’m sure I could work up a nice evisceration curse or three.”
I sighed. “What is it with all you Faerie types and death threats?”
“It’s the only real fun when you live so long.” He flashed me a jaunty grin. “So now, back to the evisceration. Who needs it?”
“No one.”
He tilted his head, using his best persuasive tones. “Are you quite sure?”
“Gaaaah, stop it! There will be no evisceration just because I’m weirded out by some of the bridal shower activities!”
“Aha! So what are those scheming harpies at Court proposing for the shower?”
I pressed my hands over my eyes. “It was more of a bath, actually.”
“As long as they’re not trying that whole bathing in the blood of virgins trope.” He snorted. “Can’t believe they think anyone would ever fall for it. Even the infamous Countess Báthory didn’t really do it, and she was a right horror.”
My hands slid from my eyes as my mouth fell open. “It’s a tro...they always try…” I stopped, closed my eyes for a long moment, and regrouped. “So it is not, in fact, a Faerie tradition dating back to time immemorial.”
“Definitely not.”
“Is that offer for evisceration still open?”
“For you, forever.”