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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:25 am
Reserved for those stuck inside of Cora's locket, The Inifinite Forest.
Used with the Main IC, and filters posts that don't take place within Storybrooke.
Open to posting now~!
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:44 am
 A lithe brow rose as Sarah overlooked the true potential of the power she could put to use. A humble little cabin in the woods? She could have turned the clearing into a veritable palace if she so chose! Could have twisted the trees, turned the earth to stone and constructed a castle all her own with merely a thought if she so willed it.
But a tent and a sleeping bag? Oh Jareth would have wept if he could see the humility of it all. Nonetheless, he was impressed by her willingness to use the power. Her mind was opening, as was her heart. He climbed into the small, cramped space with about as much disdain as one could expect from the Goblin King, if not perhaps a touch more. The Pathmaker was wild, full of dreams and fancy. Being confined in a tiny little area was not for him. Still for Sarah's sake he obliged. She needed his company, now more than ever. She was lost and alone in this world, no one else to turn to, no where to go, nothing to do. He knew the solitude must have nearly driven her mad, why else would she have caved her will and allowed him to surface?
His mismatched eyes shot up to look directly at her when she questioned him, however. 'Why did you call me Iseelyia?' The words haunted him like some terrible echo in a silent room. Inescapable and entrapping. Dare he tell her the terrible truth of it all? He had spent long enough trapped inside Sarah Williams to come to know that she was only half a person. And the other half...he knew all too well. Terrible and lovely, cruel and gentle, merciless but kind all the same. He lowered his head, wisps of that wild hair falling over his eyes as he searched for an appropriate way to explain to her why she, a poor simple human girl was anything but what she thought she was....and why she'd been caught up in all of this in the first place.
Yes, magic came at a price...but would she be willing to pay his? If he divulged the secrets of the giant game of chess they were all hopelessly trapped within, he risked awakening something that slept inside her. Something that neither he, nor Jareth had ever planned on seeing again. And if he did that, would she still be willing to keep her word, and their bargain? He was capable of the same manipulating mind-games Jareth was....but he also felt. And it was a danger that she was now exploiting. He could not hide the truth from her. But he had to be sure that she would bind her word...otherwise, all was lost. ".....Sarah...I will tell you, all you wish to know, but my price is steep. Return me to Jareth. It is no longer a question of if, you must. Swear to me, promise me that when we get out of this prison, you will return me to mine."
 ((OOC: ))Beware...I have been generous up 'til now, but I can be cruel.
You cowered before me, I was frightening.
I have re-ordered time.
I have turned the world upside-down, and I've done it all for you.
I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me.
Live without the sunlight, love without your heartbeat.
I can't live within you...
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 10:50 pm
 
From the corner of her eye she watched his reaction. Something was out of place, it was if he honestly feared telling her the truth. For once, something was amiss that even Jareth, as boisterous as he was, hadn’t told her. But Pathmaker, he would, if she gave into his price. Sarah was well aware she would have to give him back to Jareth sooner rather than later. All this time she had kept him without ever knowing it. If she didn’t, what cost would he pay? What price would Jareth or even she pay? There was no telling and that was risk she was scared to take. But there was something in the ring of that name that pulled something deep within her.
As he told her would tell her at the price of handing him over the Jareth immediately her head shot up. Of all the things he could wished of her, commanded of her, implored her for, his immediate return was not one she was surprised by, but one she hadn’t expected. What was it about the name that had him fear so much for himself that he needed to be returned so quickly?
“You’re aware that I know I can’t hold on to you. You’re not mine to keep. There so many dangers in keeping you and so many in giving you back. You told me before when I gave you back that I had to offer my heart as well. What is so goddamn important that as soon as we’re both out of here that I have to surrender to him?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she thought about accepting or denying the terms. There was so little she could do and know what this was all about without being backed into a corner and forced to do as he willed. There was little choice in the whole matter between the white and black of yes and no. Even with the heart of the fae king there was no gray scale.
But...
No matter how old she was on the inside, she still felt like that teenage girl running through the labyrinth trying to save a baby. What was she running after this time? Her only company now was a part of the person she had despised for so long. The challenges she faced now were beyond her control. Shifting herself to meet his gaze she watched him carefully. “Whether you tell me or not, you know that I have to give you back as soon as possible. I can’t handle having you and the only one who can is Jareth. If you choose to tell me or not, you have my word that once we’re out of here, I’ll return you. I just don’t want to lose me in the process.”
Then, even Sarah caught herself surprised by what she did next. A tug somewhere to do something she hadn’t before, that hadn’t dared besides in the dream. Clossing the distance between them, she moved herself so that she could place her lips softly against his, pressing just hard enough to call it a kiss. His form was so solid against hers she would’ve thought him to be the real king. At the thought she could feel the pounding in her chest as she leaned into him a little more, and with a free hand pulled his face closer to hers, catching wisps of his hair in her grasp. It was all she could do to make herself stop. The part of her that had longed to do this for years yearned for more time, the other that still resented the Goblin King was repulsed by the action. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she sat back in her place, a little flustered and bewildered. Sarah couldn’t really take her eyes away from him long enough to really decide if it all had been entirely intentional or not, but it felt right, not just whimsical as it had in the dream. She bit on the inside of her lower lip before deciding on the only response she could give for the action.
“Consider my word sealed.”
{{OOC: Have fun with the response to that xd }}
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