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Again, holiday frolic and play entertained human kind. Yet, once again, cleared confines greeted the majestic Fae. His attempted salutations foiled, but a silver lining there’d be. There, upon freshly soothed sheets, lain a letter against three decorative eggs addressed to him. —{ Goblin King, today I’d like you to play a game. With the other’s help, I’ve managed to hide multiple eggs around the Labyrinth ( very well I might add ). Some contain clues to the final prize. Others will provide treats, riddles to another egg, or be a dud. But be warned, there’s rules. Firstly, you’ll not procure said eggs by simply waving your mitts around, magically gathering them in one blow. That’s considered cheating, and my ‘spies’ will notify me of such; ending you in the dog house. Secondly, you can not threaten subjects within the Labyrinth, much less me, to get information upon their locations or the surprise. You may ‘politely' ask for a hand in their retrieval or a minuscule clue to aid you. But if your tone becomes condescending, and torture or the bog becomes involved; again, the dog house. Thirdly, If you so much as twist these rules I will get after you. You’ve been now properly informed of the conditions. Let the game begin!! You have 6-7 hours till I return, best get moving. Time is short. }—

now here he thought he’d be a puppet master, a jack of cards and mastermind.

Egg hunts became a popular commune and mere trial of fun for mortals it seemed, somewhere these borders mixed with his own realm. This day be hailed as one of holy qualities, whilst it somehow altered into one where children and adults may delve into the regions of chocolate. A most joyous day— for spring has sprung above ground. Mismatched eyes roam about words calculated, ones belonging to the one and only person whom he could conjure. She certainly knew his games, perhaps revenge? or a taste of his own medicine.

there was a gift involved however.

“So that is how you wish to play—" words come playful, abundant in fertile amusement and a buried wanting. Here was where the inner spoilt regal child would come to play.

wonderful.

#rifiutare #gifts.#submission

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Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

Submitted by Debra.

#words.

anatomyofmelancholy

#lionheart.#king.#jareth pls stop

outofcrystals; i live super sorry for not being on here lately everyone! college and uni interviews have pretty much drowned me and over the past few weeks I haven't been able to write replies. I haven't abandoned this account, but I guess it has been a sudden semi-hiatus? ;u; again super sorry afjk; life is such a butt omg. but soon I will revive and totally revamp this blog and revive my muse. You can catch me on my Amaterasu blog also for anything ;u;

thank you very much!

….Oh.

#king.#lionheart.#ahhhh cute ;;;u;;

⊰ * . ° . * ⊱; Maturing feminine features proved amused by something near. Those playful bats indicated its destination beside her person. Yet, the spectating teacher saw not. -- Perhaps a figment of creative imagination? Nay, it'd been he whom lingered invisibly all to human sight but hers. Soft giggles fled whilst yet again gingerly swatting royal robes, attempting to cease prodding gestures of a gloved digit. Obviously boredom aroused said giants of the King and the child replied. However, with such a continuous jest, guidance over class pupils grew impatient from disturbance. || Sarah williams! Is there something you need to go into the hall to discuss with me? || - Quoted the adult. ❝Uhm.. No...~❞ /Confined giggling. Once peering sights fled for the board again, a childish pout promptly donned a huffed visage. ❝You gotta stop.. Or she'll get mad, Jareth.❞-- Soft little whispers.

oh now this was no fun. not at all. the wonder that is the imagination.

A smirk nonetheless, or was it a tasteful gesture to a smile? Rarity both became, for the visage and ever warming radiance of chance wavered heavy. Hearing the myriad of calls from her mother and carer, how his heart would sink, that their fun must cease. Gentlemen noting he may have, ringed about by the jubilant chimes and overwhelming jests and ploys the King may conjure with gloved hands. Palms tingled in magus rites and spells woven through nail and frame, yet here such plays are just that, jests.

His chuckle is soothed, velvet in coating to tone and sweep. The mocking of a courting bow soon takes hold, an offered palm lays to rest to the chiming notion of her mother's calling. Mismatched pools seep into that of emerald daze, pardoning thus and welcoming her own.

"A shame. But I wouldn't want to get you into trouble. But surely there be another time for jokes and play, little lady?"

#rifiutare #submission

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Lorde - Glory and Gore

#musicbox.

labyrinthisthebest

Jareth + satisfaction

#king.#best thing

Lissome digits charily planted the sneaking crystal betwixt twin cushions, imprisoning its wondering giants. Reason for such dealt not with deprived privacy. No. A devious ploy to torment he whom stalked endless after flame. Once he'd peer within the crystallized mirror, perpetual reruns of the concoction known as Telly tubbies would be on display.

gods above and beyond.

What kind of cruel harbinger and jest was this? Furry multi-coloured sprites and creatures, wavering about upon most prized surfaces of crystal. Is this what mortal humans has succumbed to? How she had punished the King so, eagerly and through childish means also. Brows perched in arched visage, sights puzzled to grace the utter foolishness and utter amusement at best. Goodness it if had been the ploy of one of his minions— many a jesters would find their meeting with the Bog in haste.

torture it was.

#rifiutare #Shenanigans.#sarah wa e

magicalteatime

A tribute to my original OTP.

#king.#lionheart.

giulia-little-deer

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest…. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle’s wings, and fly forth. This is the way of truth.

Juliet Marillier (Daughter of the Forest)

#musings.

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Alaya Dawn Johnson, The Summer Prince

#musings.

lilacwoodlands

He was gentle; appreciative eyes fell to the ground as her confidence had waned days ago when her respective and true form: The Unicorn, was displaced and the relentless weight of mortality crushed her lithe form. Still manners were amongst her thoughts and with his refined gentleness she softly treasured. Meeting her in this form was all but a pleasure in her thoughts.. ”Jareth, the Goblin King,” elegant words danced from pink lips as Amthyst like eyes returned to his form, greeting him. “There were no Goblins amongst the Lilac Woodlands I protected but, … I am in them no more just as you are not in them now. Do you travel alone?”

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"That I am neither surprised by, they always had a natural distaste for anything entirely pleasant." Knowing escalation to a amused chuckle, hearty it 'twas almost, baring neither the fruit of promised regards, but comforting all the same. Striking whim decorated vanity persona, charming throughout a rather biting sensation to a dubious notion that was this King's words. Perculiar ties ridden ne'er deep in utter intrigue-- for nary had eyes held such a notable calm or of dainty form.

a mortal form maybe, but tear that away...

Eyes illuminated in looming sew of sharp noting, a realization at most. But, assuring they lay, boundless in reach yet proposing a more generous prospect. "Alone? Why yes, far more safer and hastier." he chimed, responding even queries to soon be met after. "Not one of your woods? Has someone cast a spell upon you, my lady?"

#lilacwoodlands #ooc; it is okay! ;v;

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⊰ * . ° . * ⊱; ❝Only in view of the public. Behind shielded doors, even the Queen becomes susceptible to the inevitable testy-ness; gracelessness falling down. — But, likely a rarity it’d be.❞ Especially with a assuring lover whom enables her stability, despite being her vulnerability. ❝They’d be a prince and princess awaiting internment, of course.~ Though, color me curious now, which do you believe be the darkness clinging to light? A King whom continuously pursued his Queen, refusing to let go? Or perhaps the Queen who besoughted the King first glance, denying all yet begging him stay by her side without realizing her infatuation till late in time..?❞ — Which of them been worse? Pallid digits ghostly brushed along clothed palms till gingerly taking hold. There, she’ll enclose space betwixt their persons, beckoning him inward.

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a king without a queen, such a barren one it would be.

Alas, known however-- neither and nor a companion in aiding and one to lay beside his monarch status in reigning over both jesters and court fools. Magus digits taken upon offered dainty palms, naught creasing nor conflicted. An oddity to a harmony, or the very balance of the very cosmos, so it was said. "In delight of the public and people, such titles and meanings can be thrown away at the mere gesture of a palm. Discord is quite a joyous thing, whilst chaos is quite another subject. A rarity perhaps-- but a pleasure all the same."

infants, of course. of fae and humane frame (sun & moon).

"You see, my lady, the darkness cannot hope to strive without his light. One too completes the other, as well as one must survive together with another. Both, most clearly-- fulfil another. A king and queen, wouldn't you say? "