Memoirs Exceprt
So, having posted ch. 5 on Deviantart, along with several pieces of concept art for chapter 11, I figured I'd give the world an idea of what's going on without any real spoilers by giving this little excerpt from ch. 10. It takes place after Jareth invites Sarah and Toby to celebrate Beltaine in Tir Alain at High Court.
Chapter 10 Excerpt:
His smile edged more towards annoyance than amusement. “The Fae are an extravagant race, which is rather fond of excess. This means, precious, that there will be a rather overworked ball, with lots of courtiers, lords, dukes, and princes. Every one of them will try to out show the others by wearing equally overworked garments, with over-quaffed hair, and far too many ornaments adorning whatever they are able to drape with diamonds, pearls, etc.”
Sarah's lips twitched slightly and she remembered the man in front of her was rather fond of over-worked garments himself. As if he understood the faint amusement in her eyes, he arched an eyebrow. “Believe it or not, precious, I am actually one of the more casually dressed in these situations. It is not socially acceptable to wear leather to such an event, or I'd be much happier about going, myself.”
“You could always blow off the invitation.”
He hid a faint smile behind the letter, but his eyes crinkled faintly at the side. “As I am certain that would annoy the High King, I'm afraid that is quite impossible. Although I have been threatening to show up decked out in leather for years.”
Toby watched the exchange. “So why don't you?”
Jareth's eyes snapped towards Toby, who was busying himself with the shoes he was pulling on. When those bright blue eyes lifted and looked at him, they were filled with mischief. “Pardon?”
“If you like leather, and you're more comfortable in it that what they consider 'appropriate', wear it. Isn't formal wear more about cut anyways?”
“Toby-” Sarah was covering her mouth.
The boy just shrugged. “I'm going to go find breakfast!” He bolted past Jareth, eyes shining, smiling happily.
When he was gone, Jareth chuckled. “That boy is like a ball of sunlight.” the Goblin King smiled fondly.
Sarah inclined her head, smirking faintly. “So are you?”
“Am I what, precious?”
She gave him a wicked smile. “Going to attend in leather? Just think of all the scandalized looks you'll be given. I think it would be highly entertaining.” She walked past him, towards the door and heard him chuckle. She turned, arching an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
“You two are a bad influence on me.” Jareth accused lightly. Sarah grinned, inclining her head. “Come along, you minx, let's get you fed.” He offered his arm and Sarah arched an eyebrow, slipping her arm through his.
"Very well, sir."
~~~Amusingly, I've managed to write ten chapters of story without Sarah addressing Jareth by his name save once. That will likely change in chapter 11, or possibly later. I've already planned out the confession scene. I fully expect several people to make attempts on my life for it. LOL Oh, well. They wont kill me because they'll want the rest of the story. Then they'll kill me. *Shrug* It wouldn't be the first time.
Chapter 10 Excerpt:
His smile edged more towards annoyance than amusement. “The Fae are an extravagant race, which is rather fond of excess. This means, precious, that there will be a rather overworked ball, with lots of courtiers, lords, dukes, and princes. Every one of them will try to out show the others by wearing equally overworked garments, with over-quaffed hair, and far too many ornaments adorning whatever they are able to drape with diamonds, pearls, etc.”
Sarah's lips twitched slightly and she remembered the man in front of her was rather fond of over-worked garments himself. As if he understood the faint amusement in her eyes, he arched an eyebrow. “Believe it or not, precious, I am actually one of the more casually dressed in these situations. It is not socially acceptable to wear leather to such an event, or I'd be much happier about going, myself.”
“You could always blow off the invitation.”
He hid a faint smile behind the letter, but his eyes crinkled faintly at the side. “As I am certain that would annoy the High King, I'm afraid that is quite impossible. Although I have been threatening to show up decked out in leather for years.”
Toby watched the exchange. “So why don't you?”
Jareth's eyes snapped towards Toby, who was busying himself with the shoes he was pulling on. When those bright blue eyes lifted and looked at him, they were filled with mischief. “Pardon?”
“If you like leather, and you're more comfortable in it that what they consider 'appropriate', wear it. Isn't formal wear more about cut anyways?”
“Toby-” Sarah was covering her mouth.
The boy just shrugged. “I'm going to go find breakfast!” He bolted past Jareth, eyes shining, smiling happily.
When he was gone, Jareth chuckled. “That boy is like a ball of sunlight.” the Goblin King smiled fondly.
Sarah inclined her head, smirking faintly. “So are you?”
“Am I what, precious?”
She gave him a wicked smile. “Going to attend in leather? Just think of all the scandalized looks you'll be given. I think it would be highly entertaining.” She walked past him, towards the door and heard him chuckle. She turned, arching an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
“You two are a bad influence on me.” Jareth accused lightly. Sarah grinned, inclining her head. “Come along, you minx, let's get you fed.” He offered his arm and Sarah arched an eyebrow, slipping her arm through his.
"Very well, sir."
~~~Amusingly, I've managed to write ten chapters of story without Sarah addressing Jareth by his name save once. That will likely change in chapter 11, or possibly later. I've already planned out the confession scene. I fully expect several people to make attempts on my life for it. LOL Oh, well. They wont kill me because they'll want the rest of the story. Then they'll kill me. *Shrug* It wouldn't be the first time.