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Jareth (goblin_king) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 17:27:00

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active, armand, day seventeen, der tod, elphaba thropp, faith lehane, james t kirk, jareth, leonard mccoy, rudolf habsburg, shiloh wallace, the unicorn/amalthea

Who: Jareth and everyone!
When: Day Seventeen, evening
What: The King 'invites' everyone to his Halloween ball.
Where: Jareth's castle
Rating: Anywhere from G to R, I suppose
Status: Incomplete

Once previously, the King of the Goblins had dispelled the Labyrinth and opened his castle to the inhabitants of his new Underground. It had been a highly amusing and successful occasion, and though he'd gotten bored of most of the people who had been there at that time, there where still a few that would remember. That was okay, though. It would put them off guard. They would assume they knew what was going to happen, but there was no way any of them could be prepared for what he had planned.

With satisfaction, the King looked around the room. It was done up to look like a haunted castle, with spider webs hanging everywhere, low, spooky, dim lighting, the whole nine yards. Several large black cats wandered around, ready to pounce playfully on the unwary passerby, and there were any number of nooks and crannies, dark and scary, with all sorts of places for things to be hiding. The atmosphere was very Halloween, in the way that only the King of Illusions could really pull off, or so he flattered himself.

But that wasn't even close to all he had planned. Each and every person, as they entered the enormous hall, would find a change had come over them. They would all begin to change. Costumes, he figured, where all very well and good, but wouldn't it be so much more entertaining if they became the very thing they dressed as? He thought so. So, with everything in place, draped artisically over his stone throne, he waited for his 'guests' to arrive...

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bones_mccoy
2009-08-24 08:19 pm UTC (link)

The cowboy gave her a wide, easy grin as she spoke. "Well, ain't that good news for me, then." He really was far too happy about this. He realized he was a little bit older than the average bachelor, but with his two jobs, he'd rarely had time for socializing. It wasn't really the sort of thing that led to meeting women. And, well, lately he'd been missing it. His parents had been, and were still, very happy together. He'd seen that example his whole life. Of course, it didn't help that his mother liked to ask him about if he was engaged yet every single time he saw her, which was far too often for that sort of thing. And she seemed spirited, much more than most of the girls he did manage to meet...

He laughed softly, genuinely amused, as she took off toward the dance floor with him in tow. "I'll take that as a yes." He murmured as he took her hand and put a hand on her waist, pleased beyond measure when she shifted close to him. But those dark eyes took on a thoughtful cast as she spoke, and he frowned just a tiny bit. "I don't rightly know. When I first talked to ya, I could swear that I knew you, and sometimes when you smile, I think..." He shrugged, and then grinned the whole thing off.

"Well, anyway, we know each other now." He began to move with the music, not expertly by any means, but at least he wasn't trampling all over her feet. It was a song unlike any he'd heard before, played on instruments he wasn't sure he recognized entirely, but it had a beat suited for dancing. "Maybe it's destiny... do you believe in destiny, Miss Jane?"

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jimtkirk
2009-08-25 06:58 am UTC (link)

He made her heart flutter in a way she was sure was familiar... almost as if he'd always had this sort of affect on her. "You know, I feel the same way about you sometimes. 'Course... is ain't always when you smile." She liked the smile well enough. Something inside of her was saying that Leonard smiled entirely too rarely, that those few smiles he cast her way were something she should commit to memory and hold onto. It wasn't a normal expression for him. "It's when you smirk... or narrow your eyes at them creatures." Or when he unknowingly lifted that eyebrow of his... that damn judgemental eyebrow. She really was going to get someone to... well, she didn't quite know. She didn't even know where that jab at his eyebrows came from. There was no way in hell they could ever be judgemental. They were simply eyebrows, no more and no less. It was all very odd indeed.

Shrugging it off she moved along the dance floor with Leonard. He wasn't really the best of dancers. His movements were a little rusty sort of clumsy but it was forgiveable. Hell, she'd forgive him if he did manage to step on her toes. She wasn't the type of girl to get offended over an accident and run off. Sometimes you just had to laugh at yourself and shake it off. Besides... there was something so endearing about Leonard that made her feel as if she were capable of forgiving him of just about anything. Which was, once again, odd. She hardly knew Leonard. She didn't know what he was capable of or what kind of past he had. All she really knew was that he was deputy who's presence brought a comforting warmth with it. Maybe she didn't really need to know much else.

"Until I met you I can't say I did..." What else could this be if not destiny? They were meant to meet. Why else would Leonard have been single for so long? Why else had she been born a rather lively and unruly girl instead of the meek, humble lady her sister-in-law was? How else could she explain stumbling on this party when she'd only been meant to take a walk to the Grayson farm and apologize to Amanda's son for embarassing him at the last party he'd escorted her to? Something about that didn't seem right either but she let it go in favor of staring up into Leonard's dark eyes and allowing herself to naturally move closer to him as they danced to the odd music. "I believe you and I were brought here for a reason, that we found each other for a reason. Maybe we were meant to."

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bones_mccoy
2009-08-28 08:53 pm UTC (link)

Leonard nodded slightly. It was strange, no doubt about it, that they would have this sort of instant connection. He'd never felt like this about anyone else before, that much he was certain on. "Yeah, and something about the way you look at me..." Had she looked at him like that before? Or was it more like... he wished she would look at him like that, like she wanted nothing more in this exact moment then to be with him? But how could he wish something like that when they'd only met a very short time ago? It was puzzling, no doubt about it. And the way she spoke about his smirk, or him narrowing his eyes at the goblins, confused him as well. Had she made comments like that before?

But he wasn't going to figure this out, he realized. This whole sense of deja vu confused the hell out of him, he'd never felt anything like this so strongly. And there wasn't anything else in the world he could imagine wanting to do than dance with this girl. So maybe that was all that mattered, at least, the way he looked at it. He led her through the steps of a dance that they both seemed to know fairly well, at least to the point where they could do it without hurting each other. Some other couples around were dancing differently, but that was okay. It wasn't like he'd ever been afraid to be different.

"I ain't never believed in nothing like that before, but darlin', I think I'm startin' to." As she shifted closer, he did the same, to the point where people back home would definitely be whispering about it. But he didn't care much about that, as long as her reputation was okay. But she was unmarried, not engaged, so there was really no problem there. No one to be outraged. And it wasn't like any of the people around were paying much attention. "I think we might be onto something here, don't you?"

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jimtkirk
2009-08-29 06:10 pm UTC (link)

No one was staring, no one was looking, they weren't the center of attention and there was no one around who recognized them. Here she felt as if they were far removed from home but it didn't matter because Leonard was close, he was here and that was all the reminder of home she needed. It made no sense. Shortly before wandering into the party she'd just been on her way to the Grayson home. It wasn't even that far. Surely if she stepped outside of this grand mansion she'd be able to see the dirt road leading back to her father's farm from here. So... why didn't she recognize anyone here? Why did she feel as if home was so far away? As if she may never see her brother again and why... why couldn't she remember her father? Why did thoughts of him bring a pang of heartache to her chest? Why did thoughts of her mother fill her with such anger and hatred? She loved her mother, loved her family... didn't she? It was funny just how little she remembered. She knew what she told him was correct but once she moved this close to him everything became so... confusing.

More importanly, however, was the way Leonard smelled. He didn't smell like warth and dusty trails, leather and the great outdoors. He smelled like... well she couldn't quite place it. It was a clean smell she wasn't quite familiar with but knew. His hands were so soft too, especially for someone who worked the ranges and protected the town. Skilled fingers, but soft fingers and for some reason that just seemed right. Like it was normal. Like everything about him was normal and comforting to her when it should've been odd or out of place. It all just tied in with the feeling that she'd met him before, that she knew him. Instead of worrying him with these thoughts or questions she simply closed her eyes and leaned her head against him. "I do believe so, Leonard."

Maybe it wasn't a sense of deja vu. Maybe this was, as they'd said, fate. They were meant to meet, destined to fall in love, and that was why everything felt so perfect, so right. He was familiar because he was meant for her and nothing about that was odd. What didn't make sense, however, was how quickly and easily the word 'love' bubbled to the front of her mind whenever he looked at her a certain way. How desperately she wanted to tell him that she loved him and only him and how fearful she was that he'd draw away from her. That the words would ruin things between them and she'd be left alone. She hated being alone. The prospect chilled her to the very core. "You won't leave me behind, will you Len?" Maybe she was just as delicate and fraile as the other women she tried so hard to set herself apart from.

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bones_mccoy
2009-08-29 08:18 pm UTC (link)

He wished that everything would just make sense. Which was an odd thing to think for him. Nothing on the ranges made sense, not really. He was good at improvising. So where did this desire to understand what was going on come from? He was usually easy going, the type of person who just took life as it came to him. Wasn't he? Yes, of course he was. All of this was just nerves because he was dancing with a pretty girl who seemed to actually like him, and who seemed to have a brain in her head and some spirit. Who wouldn't have some nerves at a time like this? The problem though, was that it didn't feel like nerves. He was really incredibly comfortable around her, considering that they'd just met.

As she drew closer to him, it all seemed to become stronger, but about a million times more confusing. Acting on instinct, but in a way that was most definitely not acceptable for two people who weren't married, he wrapped his arms around her as she put her head on his chest. One hand rested almost possessively on the small of her back, the other arm encircled her shoulders. She was small, but she'd always been smaller than him, anyway... which, again, was an odd thought to have. Of course she'd always been smaller than him, at least, as far as he knew. He had to keep reminding himself that he barely knew her. How could he know any details about her past? It was bizarre, and he tried not to think about it.

When she spoke, though, he stopped dancing and looked down at her. For a moment, his eyes just made contact with hers, but he soon cupped her face in his hands as he gazed down at her. He wanted to kiss her suddenly, but hadn't he already taken enough liberties with her for a near stranger? So he just looked, and then laughed softly. "Darlin', I don't think you're gonna be gettin' rid of me anytime soon." He frowned slightly and looked thoughtful. "Sugar, I know it's too soon, but..." He shook his head. No, it was far, far too soon to be saying that to her. Even if, inexplicably, after many, many years of being a bachelor, it felt true to him to say that he loved her. "Do you think I could see you again? Maybe meet your folks?"

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jimtkirk
2009-08-30 07:00 pm UTC (link)

He was warm and strong and familiar and he just felt so right. The way his arms encircled her, the hand that settled upon the small of her back possesively... it felt as if she'd been waiting for him to be this way with her for years. Like she'd always felt so strongly for him, always loved him from a distance and had hoped he'd one day look at her the way he was looking at her now... with all that love. He was looking at her as if he loved her. As if she were his entire world and he'd never let anything happen to her, he'd never leave her behind or forget her. He was comfort, warmth, safety, and everything she'd always wanted. In spite of all of that, however, he scared her. There was something inside of her that was noisily protesting against letting anyone this close. It made no sense. If she knew he'd never hurt her why would her instincts warn about letting him too close? About letting anyone that close?

And yet... she wanted him that close. She wished he'd kissed her, that he had been the one to initiate the contact because it meant she'd have to no matter how unlady-like it ended up being, no matter who saw them or what they thought. They were so far away from everyone they knew, so far from home. No one here knew who she was, no one here cared. She thought she could get away with it and when had she ever really worried about what people thought of her. If she worried about things like that she wouldn't have accidentally run off all of her suitors by being so outspoken .

Just before she could move in, however, Leonard began talking again and her heart began to race... only to slow once again in slight disappointment. She should've been happy about this. He wanted to see her. He wanted to meet her family. That was the proper way to go about this and Leonard seemed like a proper, respectable man. And yet... she had sort of hoped he meant to tell her that he loved her. She'd only been waiting on those words for a few years and... no, that wasn't right. She'd just met him. There was no way she could expect him to just instantly love her. They hadn't even had time to form a friendship let alone a romance. Smiling up at him she nodded. "You can. I'd love to see you again." Her folks, however... well there was the problem of conflicting barely there memories. "I'm sure my family would love to meet you." Family could be taken in different ways. She could mean her folks and her brother or just her brother and his family. Until she figured her past out she couldn't be too sure of who he'd be meeting.

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bones_mccoy
2009-08-31 05:13 am UTC (link)

There was no doubt that this was all happening way too fast. Decent people didn't go up to others and start telling them they loved them, or, worse yet, asking for permission to court them. Yet he had come very close to both of these things. It felt both completely right and utterly wrong at the same time. What was he doing? Yes, he'd loved her for years, but he couldn't tell her, no way, she'd just laugh at him, and it was too scary to love again after everything that had happened with his ex wife... hold on, though, he didn't have an ex wife. He was a life long bachelor. Where were these other thoughts coming from? He was sure he wasn't drunk, at least not right now, though he did drink and probably too much... so confusing, he barely ever drank. What was going on?

But then, he'd always been one to act on impulse. That was what made him a good (doctor) sheriff and cowboy. So when she moved closer, his grip on her tightened. He looked down into her eyes, which were just as beautiful as ever, and hadn't he always noticed? When she agreed, he smiled and nodded. "I hope so." What if her family didn't like him? Her family... he knew nothing much about them, except that her father was killed, famous... no. He didn't know anything of the sort. Clearly, his imagination was running away with him again.

His eyes darkened slightly as he looked down at her, and then, suddenly, he leaned down and kissed her. Oh, it wasn't at all appropriate. What would happen to her reputation, being kissed right there in front of everyone? But it was like he couldn't help but kiss her, like he'd wanted to kiss her for a long time and just never had the courage, even though none of that made any sense. He kissed her anyway, and then pulled back almost uncertainly, wondering if she were going to slap him across the face and run off. Surely she would, he shouldn't have done it. He looked at her anxiously, but tried to keep it light. "I ain't sure your folks would approve of that at all."

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jimtkirk
2009-08-31 05:41 am UTC (link)

He was kissing her. Kissing her. And his lips were so soft and it felt so good, so right, like a kiss was meant to feel like. He wasn't anything like those girls who'd been too soft, too gentle when it came to kisses or those other men who'd been too sloppy and too eager, who'd been all hands and forceful demands and... wait, no that was wrong. She was a respectable woman. She'd never allowed any of her suitors to kiss her let alone paw at her. Sam would've killed them. And there was no way in hell she would've ever been kissing another woman. That just wasn't right. It didn't happen! Before she could think to react, to kiss back or push him away he'd broken the kiss and had pulled back with a certain degree of uncertainty in his eyes. No, her folks wouldn't approve of this but... she honestly didn't know if she could say her mother cared about her one way or another. Sam, however, would be angry.

"No..." she murmured. "They wouldn't..." And before he could say anything more or wonder whether or not she'd slap him or run away, Jane did a very unladylike and possibly uncharacteristic thing. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. She'd wanted him to kiss her for so long. Wanted him to be the one to initiate this kind of contact because it was the only way she could truly be sure that he wanted her. Blushing deeply she finally ended the kiss and pulled away. Her reputation was going to suffer for this but what could she do? She'd allowed him to kiss her and then she'd kissed him back and her's had been so much more heated, so needy. What would he think of her now? What would she do now?

Pulling away from him she folded her hands over her heart and looked away. "Fix it..." she said softly, unsure if she was talking to him or herself. "There has to be something..." Some way to save her reputation, to save him from the wrath of her older brother. She couldn't think of any. Turning back towards him she frowned. "Sorry, Leonard."

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bones_mccoy
2009-09-01 03:54 am UTC (link)

Well, at least she didn't slap him or remove herself from his presence. It could have been much worse. Though she did seem slightly shellshocked by the whole thing, and who could blame her? The seconds that passed by without and bad reaction from her helped him relax a bit. Maybe she would forgive him for what he'd done. If only he hadn't so badly wanted to kiss her for so long, he would have been able to control himself. But it had been like years of pressure, years of self restraint, had finally broken down. And what the hell was he thinking, about a woman he'd literally met about half an hour ago? None of this made any sense, only, the thing about that was that it somehow seemed to make perfect sense at the same time.

And then, just when he was wondering if he should politely excuse himself and remove them both from the uncomfortable situation, she was launching herself at him and kissing him with the sort of passion that he was fairly sure he'd never, ever been on the recieving end of. This time, though, there was no reason to hold back, she'd started it, she really seemed to like him, maybe even love... and there had been a time before when she'd (he'd) kissed him but it hadn't been okay then, because he'd been worried that it was just a sexual thing, but now, knowing the kind of woman Jane was, it was all okay. All of this passed through his mind in about a split second, but in the end, all that mattered was that he gave himself permission to do this, in a way he never had before.

"Don't be sorry." When the kiss was over, he looked at her intently, and then placed a gentle finger under her chin so that she was encouraged to look up at him, to meet his eyes. "I know this ain't at all proper, but, Jane Kirk, I'm gonna go ahead and ask you to marry me." He stopped for a moment, and then continued on. "It's okay if you don't want to. That would make sense. But I had to ask."

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jimtkirk
2009-09-01 05:01 am UTC (link)

There was so much to apologize for. So much she'd done to him over the years, so much she'd taken for granted... like the way he always bandaged her knuckles when she got back in from a bar brawl or the way (s)he'd purposefully pressed himself up against another man while dancing just to get some kind of rise out of Leonard. She had so much to apologize for that she shouldn't be so willing to hush and so eager to look up at him once he tilted her face towards him. If she were a more respectable woman she would've avoided his gaze but... she loved his eyes. His dark eyes. She had to see the look in those eyes even if they were full of hatred or disgust. Surprisingly, she found neither. Instead she saw what she was pretty sure was love.

Hadn't he always loved her? She'd noticed it before. Somewhere between doctor mode and normal mode, when the clothing came off and he was caught momentarily off guard. When he simply stared with such longing and love that it made her heart race. At first she'd been sure it was purely sexual, that if she'd welcomed him into her bed he'd lose interest. As time went by, however, she learned that Leonard wasn't that kind of man. He wasn't the 'love'em and leave'em' type. When he loved you, he loved you and there was never any question.

As if to prove her slightly confusing point Leonard immediately proposed marriage. It would save their reputations but it made no sense. Then again, nothing about this night made sense. Not the memories or the creatures or the way she found herself inexplicably drawn to this man. The best thing to come out of this night was him, the best part of her life was him. She didn't want to lose that. "No, Leonard..." she murmured softly as he moved forward and took ahold of his hand. "I want to marry you. I want to be your wife. I don't care that it's so soon, that it makes no sense. I just want to be with you forever. Don't you think Jane T. McCoy has a nice sound to it?"

If they were going to be married then it was proper for them to be close. Proper for them to kiss. "You'll take care of me. I know you will... and I've never been happier than I am when I'm with you."

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bones_mccoy
2009-09-02 08:09 am UTC (link)

Leonard had known from the first moment that a marriage proposal came up in his mind that it was insane. Oddly enough, it wasn't because he's just met her, or, rather, it was, but that wasn't the main thing. It felt also like he'd been married before, and it hadn't gone well. Like it had made him a little wary of the whole subject altogether. Why even consider marriage when it was doomed to failure? But with this girl, well, it just seemed like it was possible. Sudden, yes, no doubt about that. But it seemed to him like there were worse things. Not having her in his life would be much, much worse.

So he waited anxiously for her to respond, knowing that chances were good she was going to laugh at him or just leave. And maybe that was why he'd never tried with Jim before this, because of that fear. Not that that made any sense. Who was Jim, and what could that have to do with what was going on in front of him? But it seemed to make sense, if anything in this strange night could be considered to make any sense.

When she accepted, he grinned helplessly and wrapped his arms around her small, slender frame. "Well, then, darlin', I'd say we're gettin' married." It sounded surreal to say, and a flash came of a young man for some reason, of kissing him... but he was newly engaged, and that was no time to think about kissing another man. Which, really, was a weird enough thought to have in the first place. "Yeah, I reckon Jane T McCoy sounds just about perfect, don't you?"

He held her hand gently in his, smiling, unable to believe this had all happened. "You know, it's the damnedest thing, but I feel like I've been waiting to ask you to be mine for years now. Don't make a bit of sense, I know."

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