I looked up from the mess of pieces and let my eyes rest (far more happily) on the lithe figure by the window, where the afternoon sunlight was having a fabulous time highlighting cornsilk hair and patrician features that would give a GQ model a serious case of existential envy. “You haven’t even looked, have you?”
“I might not have.”
“You should look before saying things like that. I promise you it’s more complicated than you think.” I drummed my fingers pointedly near a pile of screws of different lengths. “And time is short.”
Jareth smiled. “Isn’t that my line?”
I shrugged off his smile. I’d had a lot of practice over the years. “Could be. Are you actually going to look now?”
“Oh, I might do.”
“Well, don’t come crying to me if it turns out poorly because you can’t be bothered to even look, your highness.”
“Do I detect a modicum of sarcasm, my dear?”
“Never. I know how precious your time is. Too busy to look at instructions.”
“It’s a desk, Sarah. It simply can’t be that hard to construct.”
“This is no IKEA desk. It’s got pieces.” I gestured expansively at the myriad piles in front of me.
Jareth arched an eyebrow. “I’m capable of profoundly complicated magical acts. I alter time on a regular basis. I can assemble a mere desk.”
I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. “And there’s the royal humility I know and love.”
“Love my...humility, do you?” Jareth’s eyes gleamed as he leaned back against the window sill, showcasing a lot of very fine attributes that had very little to do with humility.
I grinned back. “Keep it up and I’ll revoke your Scrabble invite for this week.”
“Didymus will run roughshod over the lot of you if you do.”
“Could be. I’ll still do it. Don’t think I won’t, no matter how fine your…humility...looks.”
“We should explore this appreciation you have for my humility.”
“After the desk is assembled.”
“Cruel woman.”
“You know it. Now, if you please, bring your fine-looking humility over here and help me with this thing.”
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2019-02-22 19:42 (UTC)Drabble:
“How complicated could it be?”
I looked up from the mess of pieces and let my eyes rest (far more happily) on the lithe figure by the window, where the afternoon sunlight was having a fabulous time highlighting cornsilk hair and patrician features that would give a GQ model a serious case of existential envy. “You haven’t even looked, have you?”
“I might not have.”
“You should look before saying things like that. I promise you it’s more complicated than you think.” I drummed my fingers pointedly near a pile of screws of different lengths. “And time is short.”
Jareth smiled. “Isn’t that my line?”
I shrugged off his smile. I’d had a lot of practice over the years. “Could be. Are you actually going to look now?”
“Oh, I might do.”
“Well, don’t come crying to me if it turns out poorly because you can’t be bothered to even look, your highness.”
“Do I detect a modicum of sarcasm, my dear?”
“Never. I know how precious your time is. Too busy to look at instructions.”
“It’s a desk, Sarah. It simply can’t be that hard to construct.”
“This is no IKEA desk. It’s got pieces.” I gestured expansively at the myriad piles in front of me.
Jareth arched an eyebrow. “I’m capable of profoundly complicated magical acts. I alter time on a regular basis. I can assemble a mere desk.”
I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. “And there’s the royal humility I know and love.”
“Love my...humility, do you?” Jareth’s eyes gleamed as he leaned back against the window sill, showcasing a lot of very fine attributes that had very little to do with humility.
I grinned back. “Keep it up and I’ll revoke your Scrabble invite for this week.”
“Didymus will run roughshod over the lot of you if you do.”
“Could be. I’ll still do it. Don’t think I won’t, no matter how fine your…humility...looks.”
“We should explore this appreciation you have for my humility.”
“After the desk is assembled.”
“Cruel woman.”
“You know it. Now, if you please, bring your fine-looking humility over here and help me with this thing.”
“As you wish.”