*Note there is a new name and this is how you pronounce it: Isїbёth (Izz-a-feth)*
His presence looms over her dripping with confidence; their bodies so close yet never touching, she could feel the heat radiating off him. Trish knew at this moment how an ensnared animal felt. She takes a deep breath, steels her nerve and pivots to face the smirking man.
"So, since you already know what has been requested of me, will you comply?" she says hiding the effect Jareth was having on her.
"That depends on what you're planning on 'distracting' me with." He replies smoothly.
She gives him a look. "I was thinking along the lines of dancing the night away uninterrupted..." her velvet voice utters, tilting her head.
He brings his hand to his chin giving a look of contemplation. "Hmm, tempting, but no."
Trish closes her eyes and shakes her head. "So impatient," she pouts, "I wasn't done talking, about what we possibly could do after. But, it seems you don't want to dance with me, Pity," she shrugs and gazes over to Nave, "oh well, I guess I could dance with Nave, or better yet, Cormick, it seemed that he wanted to say something to me, before we were interrupted."
She sees Cormick at the drink table. "Oh, look, there he is now." she states attempting to walk past Jareth. Trish gets two steps away before a hand grasps her arm. She fights the smirk threatening to form as she glances over her shoulder.
"What?" she says innocently as Jareth glares at her. He pulls her towards him and places them in dancing position. She looks up at him and quirks an eyebrow.
He fails to meet her gaze as he asks, "What exactly were you planning after the ball?"
The smirk breaks through her guard. "That's for me to know and you to find out," She teases seductively, "Though, I might let you know a head of time if you're a good boy." He pulls her closer to him and they start to weave their way onto the dance floor.
"You drive a hard bargain." He says spinning her.
She studies him for a moment before her eyes narrow. "Why do I get the feeling that, you were already planning on informing Her Highness, regarding yourself, before I was ordered to keep you here?"
He gives her an amused smile. "Guilty as charged." She glares at him and motions to pull away. Jareth tightens his grip on her possessively.
"Now, now," he hums, "You already agreed to dance with me for the rest of the night. You don't strike me to be someone who goes back on their word," he gives a smile, "So instead of arguing on the past, let's enjoy the moment together." Trish's lips form into a thin line and her jaw tightens. She refuses to look at him for the duration of the song.
At the end of the song Jareth sighs, frowning. "We're not doing anything after this ball, are we?"
Trish gives him a soul piercing glare. She gives a dark smile, which Jareth deems uncharacteristic from what he has seen of the maiden. "Oh, I'll give you something after this ball," she says, with a venomous tone.
Jareth gets an unsettled feeling in his heart. He returns her glare with a forced smile. "I will take whatever is coming my way, but for now, please, let the time between us be a pleasant one. For truly, the main reason I am here, is to spend this evening with you, my dear."
He brings Trish's hand to his lips in a soft kiss. She inclines her head and they begin to dance again, however her once warm expression is now guarded. Jareth gazes into her impassive eyes and a small frown hangs on his lips. 'I need to do something to save this night,' he thinks, 'the question is, how?'
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Under The Land Of Wonder
RomanceTrishsteena (Trish) has always had vivid dreams, at least that's what she thought they were. She begins to question the reality she knows when a Fae King ,in her dreams, claims that he's real and that she is more than she seems. Could the things he...
