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[kingofhollowearth]

Secret Santa Question #2: What's the worst illness Oberon has ever witnessed?

(( Another good question! ))

Oberon, over his very long life has witnessed a number of horrible diseases.  However, in his mind, hands down, the worst would be watching one of his subjects suffer and die from advanced iron poisoning.  This is something that usually results from extreme and prolonged exposure to iron or one of its counterparts, like steel.  The effect on a Fae's body are both physical and mental...and also generally irreversible, as well.

The very first time this happened, his twin brother's wife, Nyssa, was the one affected.  She'd been run through by a human blade which wasn't immediately removed, and the iron made it's way quickly into her bloodstream.  He and Jareth could only look on in horror as, day by day, the iron slowly took her from them.  It was also this event that led to Jareth's attempt on the throne, and his eventual banishment.  So Oberon actually has a number of reasons to see this as the worst of all illnesses.

[penow-umopepisdn]

The King of the Goblins looked sharply at his guest, his brow furrowing in confusion. 

"Who, pray tell, are you?" he demanded curtly, hoping his eyes were deceiving him. 

Surely they must be.

For this meeting should be quite out of the realm of possibility. 

[likegrantingwishes]

Gravitation || Jareth and Sarah || Rock Star!AU

Sarah wasn’t ashamed to admit that she’d done well for herself over the years.  Her freelance skills as a journalist were sought after, and she also had a cushy job working for Rolling Stone.  She’d come far since her high school days as a reporter for the school newspaper, and she knew it.  Maybe that’s why, when her editor pulled her into his office and asked the woman to go on tour with Jareth Avery and his band, she thought she’d be able to say, ‘No thanks,” and that would be that.

Unfortunately for the journalist, saying no didn’t seem to be an option this time.  As one of the magazine’s ‘best and brightest’, they’d decided she would tour with Jareth and his bandmates, blogging daily on the website about her experiences behind the scenes, giving their readers a ‘fly on the wall’ view of the band’s daily life while on tour.  Normally, Sarah would’ve seen it as a great opportunity and an amazing experience...but normally she wasn’t former friends with the band’s lead member, either.

So here she was, fresh off the plane and stepping through the rotating doors of the hotel where Jareth was staying before his first stop on the tour.  The journalist tried to steel herself.  This was a job...just like any other.  She just had to stay professional and do what her editor expected of her and she’d be okay...she hoped.  As the band’s manager greeted her in the lobby, Sarah’s mind kept trying to slide back to that night...the one that had changed everything between the two of them, but she forced it away.  Remembering things that couldn’t be changed was childish; she was over it.  No doubt he was too.  High school was long over, and they were both adults now.  She could do this!

And yet...as the doors opened and she caught her first real glimpse of him in nearly ten years, the woman felt her chest begin to constrict and heard a rushing in her ears.  No...no, no!  She was not going to be the one who freaked out about this!  Calm.  Mature.  They’d chosen to part ways...she shouldn’t have even been at the concert that night.  What Jareth did and who he did it with wasn’t any of her business.  Although...technically...it was, now.  That’s what the magazine wanted, at any rate.  Putting some very old theater classes to good use, Sarah’s face became a mask as Jareth turned towards her.

[silkssongsandchivalry]

{ lost }

The sprawling weirwood with its crimson face seemed to repair itself in accordance with the rest of the keep. As Winterfell's walls rose and strengthened, as soot and blood were scrubbed from it halls, the tree revitalized itself; pale wood shone brighter in the dim forest, red leaves appeared to glow. Perhaps the old gods knew a Stark had returned, that the North would know peace once more.

Though her mother's faith in the Seven had spoken to Sansa as a child, her forced exile in the south all that time drew her back to the gods of her father, of the First Men who came before her. Each day she found solace in the holy grove, sometimes to pray, other times to simply remember and attempt to feel whole again. Despite the wishes of her councilors, it was always in solitude that she sat beside its roots; such a practice was unsafe, they said, and her soldiers should not be left at the forest's edge. For many weeks, their fears were unfounded.

Until one evening, when the grove was ablaze with the last rays of sunlight. Sansa was watching her reflection in the hot springs when assured steps began to crunch leaves underfoot. Startled, she stood and spun to face in the direction of the noise, a cry for help beginning to form in her throat. "Who's there?" Her tone was firm and commanding, the voice of the queen she now was, though inside she was just a frightened girl. "Show yourself, slowly. Before I must summon my guards."

[kingofhollowearth]

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[kingofhollowearth]

((Made as a gift for thekingofthelabyrinth.  <3  I’m working on doing the whole movie, so keep an eye out for more, everyone! ^_^))

((All gifs were made by me —> kingofhollowearth))

[kingofhollowearth]

((Made as a gift for thekingofthelabyrinth.  <3  I’m working on doing the whole movie, so keep an eye out for more, everyone! ^_^))

((All gifs were made by me —> kingofhollowearth))

[kingofhollowearth]

((Made as a gift for thekingofthelabyrinth.  <3  I’m working on doing the whole movie, so keep an eye out for more, everyone! ^_^))

((All gifs were made by me —> kingofhollowearth))