She smirked, “Believe me when I tell you my imagination is either making you grander or more monstrous than what you in fact, actually are.” She sipped her drink, thankful for the cool beer. “So, how can you afford to be so candid about your position in the world? Seems a criminal wouldn’t go around telling every stranger he meets his occupation.” Her eyes sparkled slightly; she felt no fear sitting next to Mr. Moriarty, in fact, she was slightly excited. That was, if in fact he was speaking truth.
“Well, you asked.” He let out a lighthearted chuckle. “There isn’t much the authorities can do about me. There’s no evidence. I’m too good.” He smiled and swiveled on his bar stool to face her. “Now, enough about me. Tell me about yourself.”
It took all her power to keep her mouth closed; the urge to let her jaw fall in shock was strong. “Bit bold you are.” She smirked into her glass. “Oh, me? Not much to tell…” She tapped her nails against her glass beer mug. “Well, currently attending the University of London; looking at majoring in English Lit… Would be grand to be accepted into their dance program as well.” She smiled sheepishly. “A little whimsy huh?”
“Currently?” She chuckled eyeing her book, “Getting away from reality…” She tapped on the edge of her coffee mug before continuing, “Otherwise, I’m just going to university.” The thought of what Rigantona said about fixing problems made Sarah curious, “Just what sort of problems do you fix?” Her mind was lingering on the neighbor a floor below.
“Books are wonderful for that, aren’t they?” Riggy looked at the title of the book and then her name was called for her order. She motioned with her finger for a second and she got her frap. She returned shortly, “Well, college is fun, a time to explore who you are and you want to be.” She sipped her drink, trying too think of how to word this, “I fix problems that most people won’t want to believe are there.”
Sarah sipped on her coffee, a grin forming on her lips as the girl before her informed her as to her occupation. “Oh try me…” She chuckled; after a stint in the Labyrinth, there was little Sarah wouldn’t believe. Albeit, she had no intention of confiding to Riggy about said fact; last thing she needed was yet another person thinking she was a loon.
“Two pints of your best on tap please!” She looked back at Jim. “So then, what do you do Mr. Moriarty?” Resting her elbow on the bar, she laced her fingers through her hair, letting her head nestle in the palm of her hand.
Jim tilted his head and studied her. “I’m the Consulting Criminal. I invented the job.”
Sarah tensed slightly, straightening a bit, “Consulting Criminal aye?” She raised a curious brow, “And just what does a consulting criminal do?” She leaned against the counter to get a sip of her beer, the pint barely fitting in her hands.
He giggled. “I won’t hurt you, dear…I suppose you can imagine what I do.” He smiled softly and took a swig of his drink.
She smirked, “Believe me when I tell you my imagination is either making you grander or more monstrous than what you in fact, actually are.” She sipped her drink, thankful for the cool beer. “So, how can you afford to be so candid about your position in the world? Seems a criminal wouldn’t go around telling every stranger he meets his occupation.” Her eyes sparkled slightly; she felt no fear sitting next to Mr. Moriarty, in fact, she was slightly excited. That was, if in fact he was speaking truth.
Sarah stood on the edge of the park, having just pocketed her cell phone, remembering to silent it in the event of persistent callers. She kept scanning the park, excitement bubbling up in her, something she knew was going to make the inevitable quite difficult. After all, he was part of a traveling circus.
It wasn’t long after they hung up however, that she spotted him coming across the lawn, drenched and carrying a towel. If she wasn’t mistaken, his hair was definitely pink and his eyes seemed to shine blue. Funny… I thought they were brown… She smiled and waved at him, suddenly feeling rather foolish for doing so. She couldn’t help but blush as he grew nearer, his shirt seemed to cling to him in just the right way.
“Jeremy!” She beamed, tying to walk rather than run, to greet him. “Um, you look…” She giggled, “Smashing. Part of an act maybe?” The girl had to do everything in her power to not stare.
He gave her a nod and a slight wave as he rubbed the towel upon his bright hot pink locks, “Glad you could make it Sarah.” his face beamed, he didn’t think he would be so glad to see her. At the mention of his appearance he gave a small shrug, “Yeah, it’s an alternate ego thing, though I’m usually drier when I’m on stage.” he smirked and wrapped the damp towel around his neck. “We just finished setting up most of the tents and staging. There isn’t much left to put up except for the lighting and the decorations but I think most of the crew is taking a break.”
He flashed her a grin and almost forgot the reason why she had come here, “Oh! I almost forgot it’s time to- woah!” Jeremy was suddenly yanked by the belt of his pants from behind by two identical teenage brunettes who yelled out in unison, “Gotcha!” Jeremy rolled his eyes and let out a sigh moving to the side to reveal the mischievious young ladies. “I was going to say, to introduce you to the main crew…but it seems Rachel and Amanda beat me to that. Sarah, these are The Twins, Rachel and Amanda they are the main acrobats and contortionists for the circus.
The twins tilted there heads in unison and examined the girl before them and glanced at each other before their lips curled into grins, they each outstretched their arms to greet her, “Nice to meet you!” they said together. It seemed that today was a day where they were getting along, which meant trouble for everyone else.
Sarah tried to play things cool, but it seemed impossible to wipe her smile from her face. She giggled slightly at Jeremy’s joke regarding normally being dryer, though her eyes widened as two girls playfully attacked him from behind. They were rather gorgeous, and Sarah couldn’t help but sink into her jacket slightly, suddenly feeling quite plain.
Sarah took their hands and smiled, “A pleasure to meet you!” She clasped her hands before her, feeling a bit shy. “Um, so then,” Her hair fell from behind her ear, “Let’s meet everyone else?” She beamed and did her best to swallow her nervousness.
Sarah chuckled. This Jim character was interesting indeed. “What’s your poison sir?” She pushed a loose hair behind her ear, ready to pass his order to the bartender.
“A good ol’ pint, dear,” he said with a chuckle.
“Two pints of your best on tap please!” She looked back at Jim. “So then, what do you do Mr. Moriarty?” Resting her elbow on the bar, she laced her fingers through her hair, letting her head nestle in the palm of her hand.
Jim tilted his head and studied her. “I’m the Consulting Criminal. I invented the job.”
Sarah tensed slightly, straightening a bit, “Consulting Criminal aye?” She raised a curious brow, “And just what does a consulting criminal do?” She leaned against the counter to get a sip of her beer, the pint barely fitting in her hands.
Sarah tapped her pen on her lips. “Mmm… I’d stick with that or the mocha. You really can’t go wrong; they use Swiss chocolate in everything, so it’s all actually quite smooth, and their caramel is just short of handmade.” She smiled, “If you need a table, you’re welcome to share mine.” She stated, eyeing the quite full cafe.
Riggy could help but make an excited squeek. She ordered her caramel frap and went to sit down with the woman she just met as she waited for her drink. “Well, thank you, you are very kinda.” She extended her hand, “Rigantona Bulmstein, pleasure to meet you.”
Sarah smiled as the girl pulled out the chair before her and took a seat at her table. Pushing the book aside, she took the girl’s hand, “Likewise; I’m Sarah, Sarah Williams.” She pushed back a lose strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned back into her chair. “So, what do you do? Are you from London?”
She chuckled, “I fix problems, no matter how big or small. I travel around a lot for this job. Right now I live in New York, but I may change my venue soon. I haven’t made up my mind.” Riggy tilted her head, “What are you doing in this fine city?”
“Currently?” She chuckled eyeing her book, “Getting away from reality…” She tapped on the edge of her coffee mug before continuing, “Otherwise, I’m just going to university.” The thought of what Rigantona said about fixing problems made Sarah curious, “Just what sort of problems do you fix?” Her mind was lingering on the neighbor a floor below.
Jareth sat there dumbfounded by her sudden and rash action. Like a switch, his expression changed and a coy smile greeted her. Growling low in the back of his throat, he winked at her. “Oooh, feisty already? So early in the morning.”
Sarah huffed in exasperation at the Fae before her. She leaned her elbows on the counter, and the large over-sized coffee mug which she held, greeted her cautious lips. She rolled her eyes as she sipped the invigorating coffee. “I’m almost tempted to just buy you a new coffee maker if it means you won’t be coming up here each morning.” She eyed him over the mug, a slight smile on her face. She had to admit, it was nice to have the company. She’d been at Uni for nearly a month and was still having a hard time finding a room-mate. Not that she was trying fervidly, but making friends was difficult when you were buried in hours of studying.
“Now what’s the fun in that? Then I can’t come up here and…” He almost said “bug you” but he bit his tongue. Instead, he smirked and took another sip from his steaming coffee. There was no need to really finish that statement. Jareth yawned obnoxiously and began to stretch his arms up into the air. A hiss of pain later, he was holding his shoulder and wincing in pain. “Ahh- aghhh…what is this bunched up feeling I am experiencing? Is this some sort of voodoo?”
Sarah chuckled. “Sleeping on the couch again?” She put down her mug and passed into her room, shouting over her shoulder, “Just hold on a sec, I think I have something for that.” Rummaging through her bathroom medicine cabinet, she found a bottle of icy-hot. Reentering the kitchen, she tossed it to him. “Just be sure to wash your hands before touching your eye, or anything of importance,” she smirked, “you’ll sincerely regret it, I promise you.” She resumed her position at the counter, elbows propped up and coffee at the ready. “I take it Erik’s been gone for a spell then?”
Admittedly, his heart sank when she moved away yet again. His confidence, however, did not. Shrugging his shoulders in a very carefree manner, he answered her. “I haven’t the slightest clue. Your guess is as good as mine. Perhaps something called us here? Maybe it’s destiny that you and I meet here…yet again.”
Jareth chuckled and removed the glittering cloak from his shoulders. He threw it away from his body and it disappeared into thin air. A slight wind caught hold of his hair, blowing the longer strands into his vision of her. His shirt ruffled in the breeze. It was relaxing and felt good. The smell of rain was carried with the passing gust of wind.
“You might not have a choice here soon. It seems a storm is on it’s way. So what’ll it be Sarah? You can stay out here and get drenched in that lovely little dress of yours…or you can come back to my castle.” He began to turn away from her, but not before adding to his offer. “Or you could get soaking wet and show up at my door like a poor lost pup. I think I like that idea more…mmm…” A gloved finger rubbed against his lower jaw as the fantasy played out in his mind.
Sarah eyed the quickly darkening sky with dismay. He was right, and she hated to admit it. “God you’re intolerable.” She crossed her arms as the wind blew through, causing her skin to shiver against the cold.
The girl rolled her eyes and started walking past him toward the castle, “You would…” She replied to his sarcastic fantasy. If she wasn’t looking toward the looming castle, her eyes were planting on the ground, watching her bare feet fall against the stone.
Unfortunately for the two, the rain came sooner than anticipated, falling in heavy relentless waves. “Oh!” The girl exclaimed, and she found her arm wrapped round Jareth’s instinctively in a poor substitution of an umbrella, and hoping the two might hasten to the castle faster. She blushed, knowing full well she’d never hear the end of it.
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Sarah slapped Jareth across the face. “You can’t just enjoy a simple cup of coffee can you!?” She stared at him from across the kitchen island. Erik broke their coffee maker, so she’d graciously allowed him the use of hers…Jareth sat there dumbfounded by her sudden and rash action. Like a switch, his expression changed and a coy smile greeted her. Growling low in the back of his throat, he winked at her. “Oooh, feisty already? So early in the morning.”
Sarah huffed in exasperation at the Fae before her. She leaned her elbows on the counter, and the large over-sized coffee mug which she held, greeted her cautious lips. She rolled her eyes as she sipped the invigorating coffee. “I’m almost tempted to just buy you a new coffee maker if it means you won’t be coming up here each morning.” She eyed him over the mug, a slight smile on her face. She had to admit, it was nice to have the company. She’d been at Uni for nearly a month and was still having a hard time finding a room-mate. Not that she was trying fervidly, but making friends was difficult when you were buried in hours of studying.
