Mediary
This wasn’t the first time a trading partner had used the Goblin Kingdom as a face saving solution for a tricky domestic problem.
Jareth had allowed the situation to run for the morning, meaning that Sarah had suffered through through the leering, innuendo, condescension and outright incompetence of a delegation lead who had been blessed with the right parents and a frightening lack of intelligence coupled with a belief in his own self importance.
Sarah had skipped lunch and headed to the training room where, under Bishop’s watchful eyes, she had taken her frustrations out on the heavy bag.
Jareth had found different means to channel his annoyance and, when she’d collected him from the studio, she’d found him giggling like a loon with Rook as they discussed imaginative demises for terrible guests. An art collaboration lay between them, the spiky abstract lines clearly conveying a sense of violence and menace. She expected that wherever it ended up, it would give the owner nightmares.
Stealing herself as they approached the meeting room, Sarah let her magic wash over her as she transformed into her Goblin Queen armour. She felt a frisson around her as Jareth did the same and their Guardians shifted to their enormous shadow forms.
They resumed their seats at the head of the table, with Rook and Bishop at their shoulders in silent menace.
It seemed that the puffed up little bureaucrat had not listened to his openly embarrassed team members, as he continued to imply that Sarah would benefit from sharing his bed. She was almost impressed at the lack of awareness from the man. As his companions backed away from him, Sarah’s magic very visibly crackled along her arms and the Guardians growled in a tone low enough to be felt through her chest.
“Lord Sunnack?” Jareth laid a gentle hand over Sarah’s to calm her as he interrupted the man’s astounding lack of clue with a polite query. Sarah recognised the tone. It was soft and pleasant and it did not bode well for anyone on the receiving end.
“Yes, your Majesty?” The man turned to Jareth for the first time.
“One of our Guardians has expressed an interest in you.”
“They have?” Sarah could see the avarice light his face as he contemplated getting his sticky fingers on one of the legendary Guardians of the Goblin Kingdom.
“Oh yes,” Jareth grinned widely, showing off his very sharp teeth. “They asked if I would mind terribly if they removed your eyeballs with a rusty spoon.”
The lord guffawed at what he assumed was a joke, until Rook stepped forward and placed a decidedly weathered piece of cutlery on the table with a solid clunk. The colour drained from the man’s face, swiftly followed by the distinct aroma of urine and a panicked scuttling for the door where he vanished. Sarah briefly wondered if Jareth had sent him back to his own Kingdom or bogged him before realising that she didn’t actually give a toss.
labyfic - drabble #143: light at the end of the tunnel
Part of the Balance!verse
Jareth had allowed the situation to run for the morning, meaning that Sarah had suffered through through the leering, innuendo, condescension and outright incompetence of a delegation lead who had been blessed with the right parents and a frightening lack of intelligence coupled with a belief in his own self importance.
Sarah had skipped lunch and headed to the training room where, under Bishop’s watchful eyes, she had taken her frustrations out on the heavy bag.
Jareth had found different means to channel his annoyance and, when she’d collected him from the studio, she’d found him giggling like a loon with Rook as they discussed imaginative demises for terrible guests. An art collaboration lay between them, the spiky abstract lines clearly conveying a sense of violence and menace. She expected that wherever it ended up, it would give the owner nightmares.
Stealing herself as they approached the meeting room, Sarah let her magic wash over her as she transformed into her Goblin Queen armour. She felt a frisson around her as Jareth did the same and their Guardians shifted to their enormous shadow forms.
They resumed their seats at the head of the table, with Rook and Bishop at their shoulders in silent menace.
It seemed that the puffed up little bureaucrat had not listened to his openly embarrassed team members, as he continued to imply that Sarah would benefit from sharing his bed. She was almost impressed at the lack of awareness from the man. As his companions backed away from him, Sarah’s magic very visibly crackled along her arms and the Guardians growled in a tone low enough to be felt through her chest.
“Lord Sunnack?” Jareth laid a gentle hand over Sarah’s to calm her as he interrupted the man’s astounding lack of clue with a polite query. Sarah recognised the tone. It was soft and pleasant and it did not bode well for anyone on the receiving end.
“Yes, your Majesty?” The man turned to Jareth for the first time.
“One of our Guardians has expressed an interest in you.”
“They have?” Sarah could see the avarice light his face as he contemplated getting his sticky fingers on one of the legendary Guardians of the Goblin Kingdom.
“Oh yes,” Jareth grinned widely, showing off his very sharp teeth. “They asked if I would mind terribly if they removed your eyeballs with a rusty spoon.”
The lord guffawed at what he assumed was a joke, until Rook stepped forward and placed a decidedly weathered piece of cutlery on the table with a solid clunk. The colour drained from the man’s face, swiftly followed by the distinct aroma of urine and a panicked scuttling for the door where he vanished. Sarah briefly wondered if Jareth had sent him back to his own Kingdom or bogged him before realising that she didn’t actually give a toss.
labyfic - drabble #143: light at the end of the tunnel
Part of the Balance!verse