He sat on the window-seat, staring out into the moonlit night. A soft voice called to him from the darkness.
"Percy, come to bed."
He smiled and adopting his foppish drawl, answered playfully, "Sleep in the same bed as my wife? Zounds m'dear, what would the servants say? It's nothin' short of scandalous!"
She laughed and imagined the look of feigned shock on his face. Ah, that sweet musical laugh that was so individually hers. He came to sit on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek fondly, the moonlight that shone through the windows casting a ghostly light on her lovely face.
He wanted to be scandalous.
She took his hand in hers and
*POOF!*
Of all the people in the world, no one had a commute quite like Sarah Williams.
“Oh,” she groaned, rubbing her neck, “what a day…”
She trudged from the outdoor landing to her room. She had found a way to minimize the expulsion of glitter in transit, to Jareth’s obvious dismay, but would never teleport directly into her own room just in case. She had forbidden it of him also, imposing the strict need for “entering a room like a normal person.”
He had laughed at her then, slender hands on hips.
“You can hardly be considered normal, my dear.”
And it was true. Now a mixture
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The Aftermath- Chapter 5
Chapter 5
"You took an oath of unquestioning obedience when you joined this league, Tony. Trust me now, as you have on so many other occasions despite your feelings."
Tony hesitated for a moment then sighed resignedly. "Yes, of course Percy. You know I trust you. It's just after everything that's happened over the past few days first you and now Andrew. Well you can understand my unrest, can't you?"
"I understand fully, old chap, but it's what we do. Can't let them Frenchies have their own way about things, what?" he added with a raised eyebrow. Tony cracked a smile despite himself and nodded.
"Very well. I'll inform Galveston and S
Chapter 4 - Memories
Marguerite saw the physician to the bedroom door, thanked him once more then excused herself. Closing the door quietly, she contemplated the events of the past half hour. Outwardly, her husband wore his usual mask of inane gaiety, all smiles and slow wit. But that keen intuition given to all females told Lady Blakeney that something was still amiss. Walking softly back to the bed where he lay, she found herself worrying. Whatever bothered the indomitable Sir Percy was certainly of note.
She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his face. His skin was still hot but the fever had broken. He smiled up at her, taking her
Wake up you sleepy head. Put on some clothes get out of bed. Put another log on the fire for me. I made some breakfast and coffee. Look out my window, what do I see? Crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me. All the nightmares came today. And it looks as though they're here to stay.
What are we coming to? No room for me, no fun for you. I think about the world to come where the books were found by the golden ones. Written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned what we came here for. All the strangers came today. And it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh you pretty things. Don't you know you're driving your momm
Sigh… I'm really down on my art quota. >_< *is totally lazy* It's been a slow summer but I just haven't put in a whole lot of time into much other than writing… ok and Star Trek. Sir Patrick Stewart you are amazing!! XD
Ah but vacation time. woot. In Monterey/Carmel for a few days then down to visit my grandfather in socal. so tired… There was a bunch of noise outside our inn last night and I kept waking up. DAMN SEAGULLS!!!! D:
Considering how often I write journals, cough cough, I felt I should change out the one from last year. Although this one isn't very interesting or anything at least it's there.