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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 15, 2011 16:15:39 GMT -5
The Raven remained, and the Specialist looked at Midhir. He offered to be her friend still, even though she was no longer with Robin Goodfellow, and Draemweaver. She licked her lips as nervousness overcame her. She was not really that trained as a diplomat, hers was a dream of peace. One that her grandfather had tried so hard to create. One that had never come to fruition, as hard as her grandfather had tried. That was because of the Council of Gallifrey full of corrupt leaders.
How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
Everything I've done, I've done for you
I move the stars for no one
The Specialists eyes widened, her special perception of time, slipping a voice from the past into her mind. Was a gift from the Seer? Showing her that there had been pain just as strong as her own, in this very room. Her eyes widened, as she tried to focus on what Midhir was saying. Compulsion of the people, Goblin King as the Prime Minister. A hand squeezed her heart as her breathing became labored for a moment.
You've run so long
You've run so far
Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Though I do believe in you
Yes I do
Her breath rushed from her, as her hand clenched her chest. The pain rising there as she shook her head. She cleared her throat and head finally with a hard shake. The echoes of the music in her mind, and then the shiver passed over her. "Is it... colder in here?" She asked as she looked at the two men. Her eyebrows furrowing as her breath misted before her. A chill aching down into her bones. She looked at Midhir and frowned for a moment.
His promises, where promises that were beautiful, but were they honest ones. "Will you swear that allegiance, on a vow of your blood." The Specialist said finally, as she heard the rustle of feathers shifting around. What was going on with that dang crow. The pain in her chest increased, as she frowned harder. Her breath rushing from her, as suddenly there was a woman's hand on her shoulder.
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 15, 2011 16:21:09 GMT -5
Kassiendra had waited for this exact perfect moment. She shifted from the raven, crow. Whichever she had decided, and now stood in her full glory. Daughter of The Killing Frost, Daughter of The Battle Crow. She left the window and approached the group with a warriors gate. Her long white hair was free for a change, the bone white lengths curling around her like a cloak and covering one obsidian eyes.
She was something to be considered, when she arrived. It meant someone would die. Of course the temperature always dropped, in her presence. But that was because she wanted it too. And she would expend a little energy to keep it that way.
It wouldn't effect Midhir, King of Sping. But her gift was more then strong enough to effect the Goblins, their King, and the Mother of time. Of which she was now approaching, and gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Live without the sunlight, Love without your heartbeat." She sang softly in the Time Lady's ear. She knew what was happening within the soul of this woman. "Do you really wish to continue, when the pain is like this. My Mother has sent to collect you." Kassiendra said with a sweet smile.
"Lady Death, has seen the battle you have fought for ages. She wants you to come to her realm. After your children are birthed, we will foster them, so they can make the choice of where they want to go." She said gently to the woman. Kassiendra turned obsidian eyes on The Goblin King. This was a direct insult to him, and something she tried to often do. She wanted to annoy him, piss him off. Push him to a point where he might attack.
Because he wouldn't, Kassiendra always did exactly the opposite of what he wanted. That was their game. But of course, Kassiendra knew something of this woman's pain. She had been without love for a long time. Turning her into a bitter and angry soul. The perfect daughter for The Killing Frost, and for The Morrigan. And it was all because of this throne room. Fancy that, but what could it be?
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Post by The Master on Nov 15, 2011 22:44:36 GMT -5
Jareth wasn't paying attention to Midhir's speech to the Lady Serantinia, not anymore. There was a presence about...
"Will you swear that allegiance, on a vow of your blood." the Lady was asking Midhir.
A familiar presence...
"Will I swear allegiance to justice, to mercy, and to my people?" Midhir asked. "My Lady, I will gladly swear to such things on my blood and on my heritages."
The air was growing heavy. Chill. It was seeping into his bones, making it hard to think straight. Then he saw her. A tall, graceful figure with hair the color of bone and an expression blank as a death mask, whispering into the ear of the Mother of Time.
"Ah, Kassiendra." The words were difficult to speak, but he forced himself to utter them casually. "My sweet Carrion Crow. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
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Post by The Meddler on Nov 15, 2011 23:27:37 GMT -5
His reply to the Specialist had barely left his lips when he felt the chill. It was no ordinary cold, he realized, but the icy grip of the grave itself. It clutched at his heart and spine, freezing his blood. But what is that to me? he decided. I am Spring, and I am immortal. Slay me, and I will be renewed. The chill receded with the thought, but did not fade completely. All things contain their opposite, after all, and death is found in life. The source of the bitter cold was apparent soon enough. A woman in leather, wearing a mantle of black feathers, her long white hair in a tight braid and her obsidian eyes like the Mirror of Tezcatlipoca. She was lovely in a severe way and - because he was Midhir - he found himself wondering for a moment what that impassive face would be like in the throes of passion. The newcomer's hand was on the Specialist's shoulder, and she was singing gently into her ear. "Live without the sunlight, Love without your heartbeat."The lyrics were familiar to Midhir's ears, and he tried to place them. "Do you really wish to continue, when the pain is like this. My Mother has sent to collect you." the woman continued sweetly. "Lady Death, has seen the battle you have fought for ages. She wants you to come to her realm. After your children are birthed, we will foster them, so they can make the choice of where they want to go.""Ah, Kassiendra." Jareth's voice sounded strained. "My sweet Carrion Crow. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"Of course, he smiled, finally recognizing the tune. "She has come, my Lord, to sing one of your songs for the pleasure of your Court." He took a step forward. "And on behalf of the Court of the Goblin King, I will say that your voice is lovely. And yet it is so sad, that song and your beautiful voice." A pause, as he examined the features of the Crow of the Phantom Queen. "Perhaps you will join me in a duet..?" Without waiting for an answer he began to sing, his warm brown eyes never leaving her cold black eyes. There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel Open and closed Within your eyes. I'll place the sky Within your eyes. He allowed his glamour to rise as he sang, a subtle whisper calling fond regrets and lost loves to mind. There's such a fooled heart Beatin' so fast In search of new dreams. A love that will last Within your heart. I'll place the moon Within your heart. He strengthened the glamour slowly, allowing regrets and lost loves to fade. A sense of faint warmth mingled with the charnel chill in the room, like the sun on frost, carrying the promise that even the bleakest winter will pass. As the pain sweeps through, Makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone. Wasn't too much fun at all, But I'll be there for you-ou-ou As the world falls down.
Falling. Falling down. Falling in love. He smiled gently as the words faded, tilting his head slightly. Humor, and a gentle challenge, danced in his eyes.
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 16, 2011 4:06:59 GMT -5
The Specialist stared into the dark eyes of the woman that looked at her. She was staring hard, her mind getting lost in the song flowing through her. Could she live without her heartbeat? Her love for The Meddler, had been what had pushed her so far. Her love for her children, was why she was willing to risk so much. This being, this woman was offering her the chance to have her children capable of making a choice in their life.
"Kassiendra..." She said softly as her head tilted to the side. Confusion racing over her face, as she heard Jareth call Kassiendra a Carrion Crow. Midhir calling her several things as well. Then there was singing, and Tracenista was swept up in the music of the room. Her palm pressed to her head. She found herself leaning against Jareth, and taking labored breaths. The children moving unsteadily within her.
There was a sweeping of energy through her, as her mind calmed, and she stared. Your choice in this moment mother, will decide your future and ours. Will you push for us to be pawns in the games of the Guardians, or the Courts of the Fae? It's all up to you. We will still be The Seer and The Keeper of Balance, but we will be raised differently with different morals. Her daughers voice whispered to her. She was half-believing that her daughter was speaking to her from the future.
No child could be this articulate. Especially in the womb.
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 16, 2011 4:18:02 GMT -5
Kassiendra's head turned, as she faced away from The Mother of Time now. The twin glowing energies in her womb, were what really attracted the Fae woman. Her head turned as she straightened and stared at The Gobling King. There was something akin to HATE within her eyes. A strong emotion, on a face that was stoicly calm. But then she straightened her back. Her eyes narrowing on The Gobling King. "Thou has revoked any rights, to call me anything of ya own. You revoked those rights, the moment ya decided to do what ye did." She said in a cool voice.
"And as for the visit I grace here. I was ordered by my Mother Dear, the Morrigan - The Phantom Queen. One of the Great Original children of the Mother Danu. She sent me on a mission to offer The Mother of Time, The Specialist, Lady Serantinia, the gracious offers of The Halls of The Morrigan. Not as a soul passing on, but as an honored guest." She said her eyes sparkling. At least she wasn't telling him that the only reason her mother had extended it, was because she asked. Because Kassiendra knew that THe Goblin King had a vested interest in this woman.
At least that's what she believed. Her attention was snatched by Midhir. Her lip curling a little. She had a thing about going against the Seeleigh, she was born of The Morrigan, and Born of the Killing Frost. Her eyes glanced over the male, but her heart had turned cold towards all males, long in the past. "I came to do my task, nothing else." She said in a bitter voice. "I just sensed that her mind was wrapped in his song of old, and wanted to give her the last lines of the song." She said as she turned that blank look on the male.
There was a flicker of something, a smile that was almost on her lips, as she stared at Midhir. She stared at him as he began to sing, remaining very quiet as she resisted the urge to be swept up in the glamor he was trying to present. But she found that locked up senses within, breaking free. Her voice breaking out with the song, as she heard the quiet crying of the woman that she had come to offer help to.
She cursed violently in a dead language, and glared at Midhir. Doing her best to put her mask back up, before the young fae girl made herself known again. The girl she had locked away and buried away, when she had been cast aside by the one she would willingly give her life for. Her voice had croaked with the pain, and a rarity for any Fae - tears glimmered in her eyes. They fell as her head tilted down, and turned into sparkling crystals of ice, as she pressed her palm to her face. "Lord Midhir, do you understand what it means to break open the shield placed upon ones heart. Especially prying it open, with something that reminds them of a destroyed past. You have just destroyed hundreds of years of work, that made me into what my parents needed."
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Post by The Master on Nov 16, 2011 14:07:47 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowing on The Gobling King. "Thou has revoked any rights, to call me anything of ya own. You revoked those rights, the moment ya decided to do what ye did." She said in a cool voice.
Jareth smiled darkly at the ice in her voice. "Still wrapping yourself in delusion and self-deception, Kassiendra Carrion-Crow? I would have thought your mantle would be enough to warm that icy heart of yours."
He rose, unwilling to show weakness before the Morrigan's errand-girl, and walked to stand on the other side of the Specialist. "I, at least, have never pretended to be anything more than I am."
And then Midhir began to sing, sing one of his own songs, and the Goblin King was caught off guard by the Bard's subtle use of glamour. He struggled against tides of emotion as the music washed over him.
As the singing ended, he became aware of two things: the Specialist leaning against his chest, and a heart-wrenching sound of bitter tears.
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Post by The Meddler on Nov 16, 2011 14:08:39 GMT -5
Midhir ignored the bickering between Kassiendra and Jareth, focusing instead on her words to the Specialist, and on the crystalline clarity of the Sidhe woman's singing voice.
"And as for the visit I grace here. I was ordered by my Mother Dear, the Morrigan - The Phantom Queen. One of the Great Original children of the Mother Danu. She sent me on a mission to offer The Mother of Time, The Specialist, Lady Serantinia, the gracious offers of The Halls of The Morrigan. Not as a soul passing on, but as an honored guest." She said her eyes sparkling.
"Fair words, and a fair messenger," Midhir answered with a smile, working to maintain a semblance of peace in the Hall. "Had I but known such grace and beauty existed among the Daughters of the Morrigan, I would have sought out the Hall of the Phantom Queen long ago."
Jareth had moved around to stand opposite Kassiendra, the Specialist between them like a prize. "I, at least, have never pretended to be anything more than I am," the Goblin King sneered.
"She has come, my Lord, to sing one of your songs for the pleasure of your Court." He took a step forward. "And on behalf of the Court of the Goblin King, I will say that your voice is lovely. And yet it is so sad, that song and your beautiful voice." A pause, as he examined the features of the Crow of the Phantom Queen. "Perhaps you will join me in a duet..?"
"I came to do my task, nothing else." She said in a bitter voice. "I just sensed that her mind was wrapped in his song of old, and wanted to give her the last lines of the song." She said as she turned that blank look on the male.
"A pity," 'the male' said, eying her appreciatively. "One such as you was not made solely for duty."
With that, he began to sing. As he finished, he met the obsidian eyes of Kassiendra, expecting to see his challenge met. It was not. Her dispassionate mask was crumbling, a look of old pain and sorrow glittering like the crystalline tears that slid down her cheeks. She pressed her hands to her face suddenly, trying to hide.
Surprised, he looked away, granting her a measure of privacy. And then, from a distance, he heard a voice in his mind.
Your choice in this moment mother, will decide your future and ours. Will you push for us to be pawns in the games of the Guardians, or the Courts of the Fae? It's all up to you. We will still be The Seer and The Keeper of Balance, but we will be raised differently with different morals.
He turned to face the Specialist. Or your mother could choose to play her own game, by her own rules, he answered, his mind whispering to her and through her to her children. You'll hear me tell you that for the first time, Seer, when you're older and I'm younger. She can push for you to be Time Lords, to be free. Why be pawns in another's game, when you can play your own?
And then he heard Kassiendra's voice, raw and aching. "Lord Midhir, do you understand what it means to break open the shield placed upon ones heart. Especially prying it open, with something that reminds them of a destroyed past. You have just destroyed hundreds of years of work, that made me into what my parents needed."
He leaned close, whispering into her ear, his breath warm against her cool flesh. "Of course I do, Kassiendra. One of my many names is Reynard Goupil, Reynard the Fox, and I am the Trickster's Son." One finger traced the line of her carotid artery and the curve of her jaw. "And if all it took to destroy hundreds of years of work was a single song, then ask yourself why you have allowed those shields to endure for so long."
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 17, 2011 17:39:12 GMT -5
Kassiendra had glared at the Goblin King, but when she was swept up in song she couldn't control herself. Her mother often sang, it was a gift that so few knew her mother had. Why you say? Because most people only heard the voice and song of Death, when it was the end of their lives. Like a Swan Singing it's Death song, The Morrigan didn't oft sing at any other point but death. But sometimes as Kassi grew, her mother sang her to sleep. Whispered about the greatness she would accomplish. Tied to neither court, a messenger for her mother.
A freedom that few females could meet. She was bitterly broken inside now, and the song of Jareth, sung by her and Midhir, had broken open her insides again. Feelings she had locked deep within ice. The power of spring, she hated it so much right now. "Those things are locked up, because it's better to live coldly, then to always remember freshly betrayal. You can reprimand me if you like, but I so no fae raise a hand to reprimand in word or deed - the Goblin King." She said in a harsh vehement voice.
"When he fell in love with a human. That human took away his power with her words and deed. But none reprimanded him for his stupid decision, nor the fact that he's been moping in his castle for the last several hundred Fae years. Oh no, but people try to reprimand me at every turn, because I won't get over the one love lost that I have had my whole life." She hissed between clenched teeth. "I am not a flighty Seeleigh woman, whimpering and bemoaning every single lost love. I loved once, brightly and strongly, and that love might still be there. But I won't let it control me, or my actions. I will be the daughter of the Killing Frost, and I will be the Messenger Daughter of The Morrigan. I will not be some simpering little girl, wishing for true love."
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 17, 2011 17:46:05 GMT -5
Tracenista slowly rose, still leaning against Jareth for support. Her daughters silence was shattering, and startling in clarity. But what she was focused on the woman speaking to Midhir. "Please tell your mother,I am humbled by her offer, but I must kindly refuse." She said finally as she closed her eyes and shuddered from head to foot. The chill was racing through her, and the ache was increasing. Her eyes focused on the woman as she smiled weakly and let her hand rest on the back of the chair she had been resting on. Shaking her head just a little, as a shiver raced through her.
"I will personally decide, where they will be born. Who protects them, and then I will nurture and guide them myself, towards their path. I will allow teachers for them, but I will not allow anyone to try and garner favors by doing things for them, or even by trying to teach them their own personal moral codes. My children will learn right and wrong, but they will not be guided by the whims of Time Lords, Guardians, Seeleigh Courts, or Unseeleigh courts. I will let them make their own choices." She said softly as she wiped her face clean.
"I suggest to you, Kassiendra Du'Morrigu, perhaps you should try and figure out how you could win over this male you love so much. Instead of locking yourself up cold. If he is free, then win him. Are you not the daughter of a Goddess of War? Does that not mean winning his love is another kind of battle." She said as she turned her head a little to look pointedly at the King beside her. "Beside, time heals all wounds, I do suppose. Even my own, even King Jareth's, Even Lord Midhir's, even yours Lady Kassiendra." Ok... she was starting to speak a little too much like a fae in some ways.
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Post by The Master on Nov 18, 2011 17:00:33 GMT -5
"Those things are locked up, because it's better to live coldly, then to always remember freshly betrayal. You can reprimand me if you like, but I so no fae raise a hand to reprimand in word or deed - the Goblin King." She said in a harsh vehement voice.
"Oh, really?" scoffed Jareth. "Pray, enlighten us: what deed have I done to deserve reprimand?"
"When he fell in love with a human. That human took away his power with her words and deed. But none reprimanded him for his stupid decision, nor the fact that he's been moping in his castle for the last several hundred Fae years."
"You. Dare?" the Goblin King hissed through clenched teeth, eyes burning with sudden hatred.
"Peace, my foster father," Midhir said mildly, lifting a hand. "You did ask her to enlighten us."
"I did not ask her to insult-"
"Ah," Midhir said, interrupting. "All you said was for her to enlighten us. Let her speak."
Jareth glared at his foster son, then threw himself into his throne and pointedly stared away into space.
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Post by The Meddler on Nov 18, 2011 17:01:12 GMT -5
"Oh no, but people try to reprimand me at every turn, because I won't get over the one love lost that I have had my whole life." Kassiendra hissed between clenched teeth.
"Love," Jareth sneered as dreamcrystal orbs danced on his fingertips. "Love is pretty bait for a trap."
"And who would know that better than the Goblin King?" Midhir asked innocently.
The orbs halted in their dance for a moment.
"I am not a flighty Seeleigh woman, whimpering and bemoaning every single lost love. I loved once, brightly and strongly, and that love might still be there. But I won't let it control me, or my actions. I will be the daughter of the Killing Frost, and I will be the Messenger Daughter of The Morrigan. I will not be some simpering little girl, wishing for true love."
"Oh, yes," Jareth snarled, rising. "My Lady the Carrion Crow is certainly no simpering little girl seeking true love..."
"Peace, my foster father," Midhir interrupted again. "Did you not teach me that displays of temper are unseemly in a Lord of the Sidhe?"
The words hung in the air. Jareth lifted an eyebrow, which Midhir ignored as he turned back to Kassiendra.
"You mistake my meaning, Lady Kassiendra. I offer no reprimands." He stepped back, smiling sadly. "I merely ask questions. And if you fear to love because of a single betrayal, are you not allowing that betrayal to control you as surely as if you whimpered and bemoaned and brooded on the betrayal?"
"I will personally decide, where they will be born. Who protects them, and then I will nurture and guide them myself, towards their path. I will allow teachers for them, but I will not allow anyone to try and garner favors by doing things for them, or even by trying to teach them their own personal moral codes. My children will learn right and wrong, but they will not be guided by the whims of Time Lords, Guardians, Seeleigh Courts, or Unseeleigh courts. I will let them make their own choices." The Specialist said softly as she wiped her face clean.
"Yes!" exclaimed Midhir in delight. "That's what I would expect to hear from the Sage's and the Keeper's mom!"
"Midhir!" Jareth barked, sounding alarmed.
"I mean," Midhir said, sounding and looking abashed, "Those are the words I would have expected to hear from the mother of the Sage and the Keeper of the Balance..." He grinned, looking nervous and uncertain.
"Midhir, my son," Jareth groaned, burying his face in his hands, "Your parents taught you better than that..."
"I suggest to you, Kassiendra Du'Morrigu, perhaps you should try and figure out how you could win over this male you love so much. Instead of locking yourself up cold. If he is free, then win him. Are you not the daughter of a Goddess of War? Does that not mean winning his love is another kind of battle." She said as she turned her head a little to look pointedly at the King beside her. "Beside, time heals all wounds, I do suppose. Even my own, even King Jareth's, Even Lord Midhir's, even yours Lady Kassiendra."
Jareth snorted. Midhir looked slightly puzzled. "Wounds, my Lady the Specialist? I have loved freely and well, and all whom I have loved I love still." He smiled. "But, I suppose, I am still young."
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 18, 2011 18:53:19 GMT -5
Kassiendra leveled her eyes on the Goblin King. "I dare." She hissed back at him. Her feathered mantle was rustling and ruffling as she glared at him. She drew a long breath and then turned back to the male taht was speaking to her. She felt her lip quirk a little, but decided to answer the Goblin King first. "Love it not a pretty trap. Love drew my parents together for a short time, and they parted ways. Love is what keeps Titania and Auberon as a couple, though at moments they despise the existence of each other." She whispered fiercly.
The young fae woman was shimmering through to the surface. The one buried long ago. The one filled with the passions that only a female of the Sidhe or Fae lines could have. She threw out her hands as she stared at the Goblin King. "I offered you everything a true sharing of my power. All I asked was to be allowed to just walk at your side. To be in your presence, to give you my affection and my attentions." She stated as she felt the pain bubble up.
She never answered the woman, as Tracenista was busy speaking with Midhir now. Of course she would be. " I was cast to the side, and a few hundred fae years ago, nearly twenty in the realm of the mortals.... you fell for a human, a human! A child, a human child. You fell for her, and you nearly lost your Labyrinth because of her!" She stated as she stomped her foot. "I waited for ages, hoping and praying that you might regret your decision. But all we had between us was the constant game of me trying to spoil your plans and life."
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Post by Seren Ash on Nov 18, 2011 18:56:33 GMT -5
Tracenista stopped, as she felt it deep within her. An oddity that caused her to stare at the male as slowly she stood. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to his words. "They are The Seer, and The Keeper of Balance. My daughter is not the Sage." She stated as she shuddered. She could vaguely feel the difference, and the pain was rushing through her now as she braced her hands on her sides. She felt something within this Midhir.
That was when she decided to ask, because it was all she could do. "Are you a child of Puck, Robin Goodfellow, Lord Midhir." She asked finally. She was a little concerned, that he was the child of The Dreamweaver and Robin, and that would just add to her ache. But if he was a child from before Robin retrieved her from The War, it wouldn't ache as much. She cleared her throat as she looked towards the Goblin King and Kassiendra. Who seemed to be in a squabble.
She wondered if a child of a Goddess, would be able to keep up with a King of a Court. Likely they would duke it out their own way. But Kassiendra seemed like a decent woman, just hurting as badly as Tracenista was.
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Post by The Master on Nov 19, 2011 0:41:27 GMT -5
"Love." Jareth bit the word out. "Do not speak to me of love, Kassiendra Du'Morrigu. It is nothing more than a comforting lie we tell ourselves to mask base passions and animal urges with noble words."
"I offered you everything a true sharing of my power. All I asked was to be allowed to just walk at your side. To be in your presence, to give you my affection and my attentions." She stated as she felt the pain bubble up.
The Goblin King's face was a mask of emptiness, mild contempt touching his lips and rage burning in his eyes.
" I was cast to the side, and a few hundred fae years ago, nearly twenty in the realm of the mortals.... you fell for a human, a human! A child, a human child. You fell for her, and you nearly lost your Labyrinth because of her!" She stated as she stomped her foot. "I waited for ages, hoping and praying that you might regret your decision. But all we had between us was the constant game of me trying to spoil your plans and life."
"I reordered the whole of my domain for you, Kassiendra!" Jareth raged as he surged from his throne, his mask of control slipping as his face twisted with fury. "I reshaped the Labyrinth from a thing of torture and madness to a place of testing, for you! I moved the stars for you!"
He slumped back into his throne. "For the first time since the Queen of Cups, I was prepared to allow another close," he whispered, howling rage replaced by icy hate. "And you say I cast you aside. I saw the look in your eyes, the loathing when I showed you the Labyrinth Reborn, the disgust when I mingled with my goblins, and yet you dare to say I cast you aside? When you despised my domain and my subjects?"
He glowered at her. "And Sarah worshiped me, prayed to me, sought my aid and comfort. How can a god, even a small god, not love his worshiper?"
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