//I’m sick and fucking tired of people blowing my goddamned muse off, people I happen to have ships with THAT MY MUSE MISSES THEIR MUSE, but then asking people for fluff from their ships AND IM SITTING HERE LIKE ‘HELLOOOOO AM I FUCKING CHOPPED LIVER HERE?!’
Or if I do RPs that I work on the plot for ages and then get fucking blown off. I’m gonna wind up deleting if this bullshit continues on.
Yup. Me. I sent one. ;3;
Considering that the person calling her beautiful was, well, an angel, she hardly believed it. He’d seen Heaven. He’d seen so much in his lifespan, every bit that she would like to know more of,… Her cheeks turned a light shade of red as her eyes wandered to the floor, a silly grin on her face. “Not quite as much as you, Gabriel.” Bri gently smoothed his tie, then ran a soft hand back through his golden locks. “Thank you,…” She murmured, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
Humming, Bri stuffed her notes and her Bible into her purse, then counted her belongings to make sure everything was there. Satisfied with that, the girl walked out of the livingroom, fiddling with her sweater. She knew that having Gabriel there could possibly make this awkward. The pastor at her old church had asked her to come read to the children for Christmas. But, the Nativity Story. Gabriel was coming too,… And that could possibly make her very self-conscious. THE Gabriel, the messenger, the one who told Mary she’d give birth to Jesus,…
He was joining her.
"Gabriel! Babes,… You’re gonna get left here if you don’t hurry up!"
Gabriel looked up from buttoning his shirt, “Gimme two minutes, gotta get this tie tied and put on my jacket, Bri.” He smiled at her, finishing his tie and standing to press a kiss to her cheek, “Ready when you are.” He ran a hand over her hair, smiling brightly, “You look beautiful.”
"Well there is this potion,... It turns you into the opposite sex for one day." Zapper reaches under the table and pulls up a round green bottle. "A lot of witchs and wizards use it in my world to have children."
Bri frowned and scurried away. Was she serious?! The young woman stared on in fear, unsure of how to respond.
Crying out, the young woman backed away, holding her precious owl close to her chest. One hand shot out, glowing and sparking with restrained magic. “St-Stay away from me. M-My friend and I are passing through. If you leave us be I won’t have to hurt you.” What strange creatures. The looked like a cross between a flamingo and a poodle,… In desperate need of a grooming as well. Her emerald orbs moved around, glancing at each and every ‘Firey’. She had never seen or heard of such a creature. However interesting they seemed, she wanted no harm to come to her or her owl. “P-Please,… I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Being the ‘obedient man-turned-into-a-bird’, Jareth hopped into her hands. This game was far more amusing than he had anticipated. When she ‘threatened’ him, he acted surprised and recoiled. “I don’t like the sound of those…” He admitted in a quiet tone, before they began walking.
The path was mostly clear and straightforward to navigate, excluding the roots spreading across the ground and bricks that fell out of the wall. “It looks clear so far,” Jareth nodded up at her. “So I think - ” he was cut off mid-sentence when the path opened out into a forest and the sound of laughing and singing could be heard. “Maybe we should hurry through this part…”
The woman recoiled and took a few steps back. A look of genuine fear passed over her pretty features. “I-I,… I don’t know,…” Subconsciously, Bri held the owl closer, almost protectively as she looked around. Hesitantly, she took a step forward, followed by another, then another until they were in the forest.
"I-I,… Don’t leave me,…" She muttered, brushing her fingers over the top of the bird’s head softly. As she walked, the woman pondered one of his statements. Why had the Goblin King brought her here? She’d met plenty of people that simply wanted to exploit her powers. Possibly that’s what this ‘King’ was after. If he wanted her dead he would have killed her already, she assumed. But perhaps he enjoyed watching helpless beings drive themselves mad trying to get through the labyrinth. She hoped this was not the case.
Jareth kept an eye on how Brianna acted, thankful an owl has no means of adequately expressing facial expressions. Of course, he knew precisely what was inside the forest, but it was better for her to find them, or them to find her… Whichever came first.
Sure enough, they were spotted.
"Hey man look over here!"
"New guy in the forest!"
"Hee hee hee!"
Three creatures bounded over, coloured like fire (reds, yellows and whites predominately) and all looked similiar, yet different.
"Fireys," was all Jareth murmured, ruffling his feathers.