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Juniper Golding ([info]juniper_golding) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 11:05:00

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Entry tags:complete, day six, edward cullen, juniper golding

WHO: Juniper and Edward
WHEN: Day 6, around lunchtime
WHAT: Juniper getting her mental ass kicked by Jareth's rules/getting in a huge fight with Edward
WHERE: Juniper's room
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: Complete

Something had gone very, terribly wrong. Though Juniper had been rightfully confident in her ability, apparently, her ability wasn't one that was allowed any longer. Jareth must have done something, put up a mental teleportation block as well as a physical one. That was the only thing that could have left Juniper as she was now. Weak, ravaged, and mentally closed off, completely unconscious.

But something was changing. Though she didn't move, and didn't speak - audibly or otherwise - Juniper began to run a fever. Her skin flushed red and beads of sweat formed on her face, her body fighting so hard to keep her brain from boiling that her hair, clothes and bed became sopping wet in barely a minute.

Something had changed, but it was clearly not good.


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[info]edwcull
2009-04-15 11:55 am UTC (link)
There was a moment where he wanted to grab her by the arms. He didn't really know what his intentions were past that, but he knew that regardless of what he meant that if he touched her now he would hurt her. Still, even knowing that, his hands wrapped around her upper arms once she kissed him and pulled her away from him. His fingers locked around her and pressed against her skin painfully tight, only a fraction from snapping them like twigs.

Whatever was left of his logic realized that he was hurting her and he pushed her away as gently as he could and then shot to the other side of the bed. He didn't trust himself to touch her again and he certainly didn't trust himself to vent his rage outside. Someone would get hurt, or killed, but he felt confident enough that he could keep from hurting Juniper provided she didn't touch him again just now.

When he spoke, in an attempt to warn her, it was more of a snarl than words and hardly sounded human. "Don't touch . . ." He glanced up at her with eyes that had gone a solid black.

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[info]juniper_golding
2009-04-15 12:04 pm UTC (link)
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Juniper complained, rapid fire, not fighting against his grip, since that'd just break her arms, but at least she managed to give him a look that could have killed, had he not already been dead. Once he let go, Juniper fell back on her ass and flexed one set of fingers. It felt like both of her hands had fallen asleep from Edward cutting off blood flow to them.

"Oh, I'm not touching," she shot back, glaring at him from her spot on the floor. He was mad, well so was she, but at least she'd figured out what had set him off.

"You of all people should know that there is a difference between a plan and an errant thought, Edward," she pointed out, getting up and putting her hand on her hip. "Forgive me if I'm a little tired of dying. I'm so sorry that I appreciate the fact that maybe I have options now. I'm allowed to think about them, even if I'd never act on it. So sue me if I rather like the idea of not dying," she spat, and then walked out the door, slamming it behind her. God help him if he didn't follow her, even though right on the surface, she didn't want him to.

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