Sarah’s breathing was labored as she climbed the stairs to the tower studio. She’d had a long day of negotiations and had reached her limits of people. All she wanted was some time with her husband and if that entailed watching him paint, then that was a hardship she was happy to suffer. Sitting back and admiring the way he stretched across the canvas and the look of concentration on his face as he worked was exactly what she needed to relax.
As Sarah stepped into the decidedly empty room, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She had been on autopilot when heading for the studio and hadn’t bothered to check on Jareth’s whereabouts with the Labyrinth. A clap of thunder was loud enough to startle her and seeing the rain sheeting down the windows, it felt like the weather was mirroring her mood.
Placing a hand on the wall, Sarah asked the Labyrinth to find Jareth and was not at all pleased to learn that she’d need to trek all the way back to ground level.
It was a very out of breath Sarah that entered the conservatory that opened onto a private courtyard. The cool breeze from the open doors felt wonderful on her heated skin and she walked towards the moisture laden air, sighing in relief.
Her unintentional tour of the castle and the simple pleasure of the rain bringing her core temperature back to normal had initially distracted Sarah enough to miss that Jareth wasn’t present. However, there were canvases scattered about the room as evidence of his recent tenure.
As she looked at the array of art supplies, Jareth and Rook stepped in from the courtyard, carrying a canvas that was a washed out blur of pastels. They were soaked to the skin, Rook looked bedraggled, while Jareth managed to emulate a catwalk model.
Jareth gave Sarah a quick kiss in passing before he started a fresh painting.
Sarah blinked, her brain a little slow catching up as it was quite happily noting the way that the rain made Jareth’s clothing cling to his body in a delightfully distracting manner. “Wet.” Sarah winced as her powers of elocution failed her in the presence of a wet Goblin King.
“That’s why we’re down here.” Sarah must have managed to look confused enough that Jareth elaborated. “We’re using the storm to create textures we’ll use as bases. Mind the puddle.” He lifted his end of the hastily painted canvas and walked back out into the rain with Rook.
Sarah looked at the drying canvases. Some had streaks where they must have been angled into rain. Others showed clear spatter marks. As they dried there were tidal lines appearing in the remaining pigment.
Jareth and Rook brought the rained upon canvas back in and set it aside to dry. “That should do us for a while.” He turned and caught Sarah in a very wet embrace. “Care to help me out of these wet clothes?”
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2025-01-21 07:18 (UTC)Sarah’s breathing was labored as she climbed the stairs to the tower studio. She’d had a long day of negotiations and had reached her limits of people. All she wanted was some time with her husband and if that entailed watching him paint, then that was a hardship she was happy to suffer. Sitting back and admiring the way he stretched across the canvas and the look of concentration on his face as he worked was exactly what she needed to relax.
As Sarah stepped into the decidedly empty room, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She had been on autopilot when heading for the studio and hadn’t bothered to check on Jareth’s whereabouts with the Labyrinth. A clap of thunder was loud enough to startle her and seeing the rain sheeting down the windows, it felt like the weather was mirroring her mood.
Placing a hand on the wall, Sarah asked the Labyrinth to find Jareth and was not at all pleased to learn that she’d need to trek all the way back to ground level.
It was a very out of breath Sarah that entered the conservatory that opened onto a private courtyard. The cool breeze from the open doors felt wonderful on her heated skin and she walked towards the moisture laden air, sighing in relief.
Her unintentional tour of the castle and the simple pleasure of the rain bringing her core temperature back to normal had initially distracted Sarah enough to miss that Jareth wasn’t present. However, there were canvases scattered about the room as evidence of his recent tenure.
As she looked at the array of art supplies, Jareth and Rook stepped in from the courtyard, carrying a canvas that was a washed out blur of pastels. They were soaked to the skin, Rook looked bedraggled, while Jareth managed to emulate a catwalk model.
Jareth gave Sarah a quick kiss in passing before he started a fresh painting.
Sarah blinked, her brain a little slow catching up as it was quite happily noting the way that the rain made Jareth’s clothing cling to his body in a delightfully distracting manner. “Wet.” Sarah winced as her powers of elocution failed her in the presence of a wet Goblin King.
“That’s why we’re down here.” Sarah must have managed to look confused enough that Jareth elaborated. “We’re using the storm to create textures we’ll use as bases. Mind the puddle.” He lifted his end of the hastily painted canvas and walked back out into the rain with Rook.
Sarah looked at the drying canvases. Some had streaks where they must have been angled into rain. Others showed clear spatter marks. As they dried there were tidal lines appearing in the remaining pigment.
Jareth and Rook brought the rained upon canvas back in and set it aside to dry. “That should do us for a while.” He turned and caught Sarah in a very wet embrace. “Care to help me out of these wet clothes?”