[ you know I forgot he even existed. -DIE- and yes, you are one of my usuals. <3 ]

Faunet

It was warm. The Underground's seasons were very different from the human world's, almost opposite sometimes. Night and day were usually opposite, too. This was the reason that it was currently black as ink outside, with only the light of candles, fireflies, stars, the moon, and tiny glowing plant-animal-creatures that scurried along the ground and left trails of luminous fluid in their wake.
Sometimes, even Jareth had to admit that it was a beautiful place. And this was like a summer's night, warm and husky and dipped in murky black ink. The goblins were not in the castle; they had been banned temporarily, to their own little homes or habitats. The king wished for peace.
It was so quiet with only three people in the enormous castle. So still, and quiet.
A breath, a sigh. He turned, long hair blown back by a small breeze.
"Sierra?" Jareth called, walking in from the garden and into the long, long corridor. He didn't know if she could hear him, but her bedroom wasn't too far away. It was then that Jareth realised he kind of needed to have goblins around, or else he'd have to make effort to do things.

Faunet

Nonchalant, he leaned his tall form against the wall and its tapestry. "Hello." This was a rare moment; Jareth did not usually speak to Sierra very often, ever since she had been transported to the Underground. Before that, he had visited her frequently, even laughed and joked around with her. But now that he was forced to spend more time in his kingdom and have to think about his problems, the Goblin King had turned far more serious. Sure, he still visited Chime frequently and was as playful as ever with her, but he still couldn't see her as often as he'd have liked. "You may have noticed it's very quiet. The goblins have gone for tonight."

hallo darlin'~

someone~

She raised an eyebrow well if you must know I was taking a bath she said

KahlTal? Yes.

HHNNGGGG Vipin and Rutilus as deer maybe? if Rut can even..stand him. ;_; hi I love you.

v LMFAO ARROW

I have a sudden, powerful urge to throw L'oreal at Rhye-kins....

Unless, of course, you're sick of my spamming you by now xD

Either or. You will be starting.

[ Gingy; Human or deer, if you're still up for the Lo'Rhye RP? 8U
Mick; I'll get back to you when my muse for Taliene comes back D| ]

Faunet

Tension thickened the air as the king's thin lips pursed, gaze sweeping to the side. He had made no secret of his distaste for this ceremony of sorts, had even tried to call it off by appealing to the High King's wife. But that, of course, had not worked. The High King had far too much control over his wife for Jareth to make any kind of progress.
Eventually, speech drifted from his lips again. "True. Time has flown..." Jareth smiled dryly at the mention of the thing he could turn back and forth, twist and alter. "It seems like only yesterday I was flying into your window, drenched in rainwater." He gave a short breath of dry-humoured laughter.

Sarie

Muscles rippled underneath ragged golden fur as the stag moved along the riverbank, golden hooves carrying him easily. His face was covered by a mask not unlike that which his precious sister wore, sky-blue eyes shining through the holes in it. Proud antlers rose up from his skull, red roses twisted around them. His tines had been sharpened recently. Deadly, vicious. There was anger in this stag, just as there had always been anger in him - but now it was obvious most of the time, like a black cloud, a lightning storm waiting to break out.
Rutilus wanted to avenge his sister. And she would not give him that satisfaction.
He could snap so easily, should someone provoke him. It would not be difficult to provoke him into a vicious fight - although he should have learned from his mistakes, every fight he got into only made him more aggressive, more reckless. The golden stag was a whirlpool of reckless emotion and impulsive action.

It would have surprised many if they had seen that he did not lash out upon hearing the voice of a stag who, once upon a time, had taken away everything he had, and done everything he had not had the courage to do. The Phoebus family was not lucky in love. Rutilus doubted it ever would be. His poor sister was torn and stained, and he himself was marked for eternity - but he, at least, was healing. Fixing. Stronger than he'd thought he was.

Vipin? His eyes narrowed not in anger, but in an attempt to figure out where the black and white ram-stag was. He turned his body, sunlight glinting off of those dangerously sharp tines, so sharp it was like he was searching for someone to harm. And had he been able to smell Gehirn in the Forest, that would have indeed been the case, no matter what his sister said. Rutilus stepped back from the river, blinking. Where are you, mate? He was looking in the wrong direction.

Strange, that he should be able to address this stag as 'mate' in such a friendly manner after all that had happened. But that was just how Rutilus was.

((Oh, yesyes! D8 I'm sorry... So much school-work... huge test tomorrow... maybe deer? And you start? Or do you want me to start? So sorry... so sorry ;; ))

She chuckled as she fondly remembered those days when Jareth was social.
Alot has changed she shrugged

She bit her lower lip nothing interesting she stammered the truth was the robe was all she had on.
She shifted her weight from her left to right

((EeeeeRhhhyyyye :C *flopson*))

She didn't like the oak, humming thing that it was, what with the way it's sounds pounded in her head when she happened to be on somethingsomething... like now. Really though, she hated the rain more... and the Oak offered the best shade besides the ruins, which were a bit far away...

The older doe took a few steps inside, long, limp hair hung down to her shoulders, scarlet tinted. Her pelt was pitch black, save for the ruby-red markings that were stamped to each of her sides, and her reflective red hooves.

Her antlers... yes... antlers... were so coated in an assortment of flowers that it was almost hard to tell if she even had antlers at all save for a mass of plants upon her head.

She was smiling, a light, almost stupid smile as she fearlessly trotted over to the feathered stag, eyebrows knit in worry despite her curled-up lips. "Darlin', what's the matter?" she asked, her rasping, smoker plagued voice fizzing up from her throat. Not at all pleasent, and even harder to understand with her odd accent.

"Yer gonna catch a cold, sweetie..." she mumbled, taking a spot next to him, letting her own body heat reach him. They were of the same size, so she really wasn't all that daunting.

That, and she carried a wafting scent of lotion... mixed with smoke, granted, but nice... all the same.

Faunet

White, pointed teeth glinted from between his thin lips as he too shifted his weight, now with one palm pressed flat above his head against the wall, slim figure leaning towards the stone, but not touching it. The candles in the corridor's lanterns flickered, but the king did not remove his steady gaze from Sierra. "By that, do you mean 'nothing at all'?" He was positively leering now - playful, yet somehow serious at the same time.

Gingy

The smell of flowers hit him before anything else did, and he could hear hoofbeats that he would never be able to sound out, hitting the dirt. What next registered to the pain-ridden stag was the pleasant smell of some kind of lotion - a very familiar one, but why would a deer, in this forest, smell of lotion?

And smoke. If the deer had smelled of smoke alone, he'd have gotten up and fled, choking and coughing. But because it was mixed with these other, almost edible scents, Rhye adored it.
He heard her voice and was glad that unlike some others he knew, he could understand accents fairly easily. But it was still...kinda weird. That, and her voice was raspy.

Very unique.

Rhye shivered and curled against the assumed-to-be-female deer, not wanting to open his eyes. He pressed his forehead against her side, feeling pain shoot up his jaw. No longer did he hiss in pain at it; he was just kind of...used to it, the constant dull ache.

Honey-gold orbs flickered open reluctantly so he could look at whoever had decided to come and keep him warm.

"...M'cold."

State the obvious.

Sarie

One hoof pawed at the ground briefly, ears flicking as he looked off to the side; a habit of his when he was trying to figure out what to say, what to think, how to feel and how to react. None of his business? Poppycock, in Rut's view. Of course it was his business. Although, he wasn't sure how he actually came to that conclusion - but he did, and that was that.

"Nah nah, s'your business, s'allright." A few bloodred petals dropped to the ground, one onto Rutilus' head. "I'm fine, like usual." He then hesitated - and again, looked to the side of him, rose petal sliding down the side of his face, almost like a teardrop. "She's the one that needs concernin' about. No-one seems to give a damn though. They're all friends with him."

Blue eyes blazed. He snarled.

[ Allice; YOU'RE SO CRUEL I'll start in a while, I'm being kicked off of the laptop |8 ]

She smirked it is a very big possibility that I am wearing nothing but this robe she said playfully.She put her hands behind her back and leaned against the wall giving the king her full attention.Her heart was hamering .

Sh chuckled and bit her lower lip.The truth she mused The truth is that I am wearing a robe nothing more nothing less she said.A small smile crept on her face.He had called her prescious and as much as she didnt want to admit it she liked it when he called her that.

She blinked, whipping her head around to grin at him. "Oh no~ L'oreal is what my buddiebuddies call me~" she giggled, eyes rolling back with a sudden peal of merry laughter. "It was so cute~ So cute....~" she murmured, inwardly nostalgic of 'old times', though she said nothing more on the matter, simply turning to Rhye and letting her cheek rest on his forehead.

"Ya catchin' a cold, dottie? Hrmhrm... I don't feel a fever~ Or do I? Hee... It's hard to take temperatures with all this fur~" she shot her head back to the enterance.

"Poor sweet lil dearie... I'll take care of ya~ Don't ya frettyfret over it!~" she cooed, nodding her head as if to confirm her own statement.

She made her way back to her bedroom upon closing the door she let out a sigh of relif "only I would meet the king in my robe she muttered.She dressed in a midnight blue dress she combed out her long hair and then she went to the garden to meet Jareth

no need to be so courteous, sire. I know that I stick my nose into others' business when I should very well be concerned over other matters. but I am glad you are well--send well-wishes to your sister for me, won't you?

he wished he could approach her without worrying over what her reaction would be--fear? distaste? surely immediate dislike, for what he had done to her brother. and yet females had a tendency to show a kinder side towards him, and to this day he wondered why. not to be modest, oh no, simply genuinely confused as to why he had befriended more females than males in his time. the stags he had befriended were proud, honorable males and were well-mannered, with actions he approved of for the most part. obviously he was different; not many of the skulled stags were as classy and pacifistic as he was. most, in fact, fought often and secretly hungered for the blood of others. ..Rutilus had been his friend. he still considered him one, at least--even if, somewhere, the golden stag still yearned to fight him.

and take his blood.

he stood, awkward, for a few moments, before gesturing to the willow tree he had been pondering sitting beside. his eyes were that odd, coolly formal, vague blue, with that little ring of grey around the pupil. like a storm. narrowly avoided. would you prefer to sit, Rutilus?..it's awfully warm out for an autumn day. or maybe it was just him, with that huge body and black-and-white pelt.

or maybe he wanted to duck under that singing glare.

[ Gysti; c: Don't be silly, there's no such thing as 'fitting in with it' here! Choose whoever you like, whatever you like <3 ]

Faunet

When Sierra arrived, the king's appearance had changed a bit; his clothes were a deep crimson and glittering, much like an outfit he had once worn to a dream-ball inside a crystal, colour being the only difference...

He had his back to her, gloved hands resting on the balcony.
Balcony?
The garden had changed. There were no longer walls enclosing it, covered in moss and vines; no, there was a beautiful, porcelain-white barrier of sorts.
Because the garden was not on the ground, but in the air. And once Sierra had entered, the door disappeared.
It was like being in space, but with oxygen and gravity; stars everywhere, endless black and glow. It was a similar magic to the ones used in the 'Escher staircase' room. The garden was, very literally, flying, spinning very very slowly, not enough to make one dizzy. The roots of the earth they were standing on hung down from beneath, tendrils and strands.

Jareth chuckled.

[ TRIPPY FLYING GARDEN. HARD TO EXPLAIN BUT ITS SIMILAR TO THAT PLACE IN AVATAR WITH THE FLOATING MOUNTAINS. 8D ]

Sarie

A few beats of silence as his gaze swept over the Pond, and he could remember the last times he'd spent with Her, back when they had been together again after a fair bit of drama. Just days, maybe only one day, before she'd shattered him again. He remembered doing his infamous splash-appear-splash trick, frog then deer then frog again.

Good times, good times. Gone now, though, never to return. And to be frank, he didn't really want them to.

It wasn't that he didn't long for love; no, he did, he certainly did, but he wasn't ready for it, and there was no way he would even think about trying to get Her back again. He didn't particularly want to. No love there anymore. Same with Sulwyn. No, Rutilus longed for love, for someone, but with all the issues he was going through, it would be stupid to risk creating another problem. He wasn't even going to delve into his sexuality issues.

The stag realised that, for too long perhaps, he had avoided answering Vipin's question. He blinked at the black-and-white stag, and gave a short, embarrassed laugh ('a--aha!') as he tried to remember what the hell the question had been. Then he remembered; prefer to sit, Rutilus? Damn, why was Vip so formal?

Well no wonder, really.

Sure, sure. His tone was cool again, now that his thoughts had been vaguely distracted by his sister. Rutilus stepped past Vipin, walking towards the indicated willow, eyes fixed on the Pond. It took him a while to work up the courage to ask the question he'd just thought of.

"So how's you 'n 'er doin'?"

Keep it nonchalant. S'allright.

Allice

It was sheer unluck, he supposed, for the person trying to crawl under the pier, that he happened to turn around at that moment. Perhaps he was just very good at knowing when people were around him. Possibly because there had been a few times in his life when he was actually being stalked every minute of the day.

But turn around he did, and caught sight of the 'man', pale-blue eyes with their mismatched pupils narrowing suspiciously. He went through a brief list in his head; druggie, homeless, mugger, asylum seeker, thief, runaway... And he couldn't decide on which one to make assumptions with. Maybe he was wrong and the person was innocent, but really, crawling under a pier? It was like something straight from the movies.

Actually, he couldn't remember ever seeing a movie with some guy trying to remain unseen by crawling under a pier, but oh well.

"Oi!" His voice was sharp. Although he was actually fairly shy, Thomas was also very paranoid that he was being followed. And he didn't know if he was hallucinating or not - it wouldn't have been the first time.

you and..Her.

the proud glitter in his eyes had died--that was enough.

he seated himself with steady grace, not too close, not too far, staring across the pond with those whimsically blue eyes. here, the ground was cooler and smelled of the reeds and willow tendrils. it was also a place that encompassed the Pond's entire beauty, including the little, pale pink lily in the center of the water--the one Her admired when they would pass. that little rosy blossom. it stood out again the mottled reflection of the water, a brilliant fuchsia beacon of love and care that many passed over. but not Her. Her with her little "figure four" and golden helmet with that brilliant red plume.

I'll get that flower for her someday...

and then his mind snapped, abruptly, back to Rutilus. obviously she had loved him, as well..the thought didn't bother him as much as it had when she had first come back to him. oh, how his emotions had changed since then...now there was only mild, brotherly love for Rutilus, wanting him to find a love of his own. a beautiful doe who could stand by his side and be just as glorious as he.

a bright gold.

oh...I proposed, of course. he could not hide the tone of pride, but he masked it with humility. it's all been very well. Aspen's taken to her in an..odd way, but you know how she is. Vessel and Bellsio have gone on separate journeys, so Xylia and Cal are rather..crestfallen. but all is well. his smile was gentle. and then it vanished in a sudden wave, his eyes turning a stark, sad grey. like molten silver.

I know you can't enjoy my company. I just want you to know that I'm sorry and--and that it's completely fine if you ever want to fight or spar. I know, I know, I know..how it feels.

a pounding sensation entered his head and he shut his eyes in sudden agony, giving away no signs of pain as he quietly battled through it and it passed over. and then his attention was directed at Rutilus once more, that bright gold so noticeable, his eyes such a furious azure, those roses such a prominent symbol. Azalea, Rutilus. two of the most influential figures in his life, and he didn't even know if it had been for better or worse. one of them hated me. one of them did her best to protect me. one of them was killed by my sister. ..one of them was killed by me. and the thought saddened him to such an extent that he tucked his ears back in that silent and gentle way. his blue eyes did not match Rutilus' anymore--they were blue-grey, that typical color, a mess of emotions.

surely you can't just enjoy sitting beside the stag who nearly shattered you, he said, so softly that it was almost silent, still staring at the little pink lily. a stifling silence came until he spoke again, nostalgic and precarious. I think about it every day. I just want you to find someone. if I deserved Her, then you deserve a beautiful doe as well. one who will stand beside you and not question your loyalty. then he was mute once more, flicking his tail once and casting a wearied, sideways glance to the stag, who seemed to avoid his gaze.

...I still don't know why she chose me, Rutilus. and I'm not a liar.

he wished he could just forget about the entire situation--the night he had comforted Her, one of his best friends, the day they had both vied for her, when she had run away. finding her beneath the willow, standing for hours, not speaking a word. that day where she said a tearful goodbye to Rutilus before choosing him. that situation could've been so easily turned around. what if she had left him instead?..he wasn't very lucky with love, either. GoldenWinged had turned her back on him and left without a word, and two of his best friends had fallen in love with him when he could not return their feelings.

I'm selfish.

tentatively for New Years, he answered his question abruptly, in quite a reserved fashion, before a small smile crossed his snout. a wary smile. I'm not sure you want to come, but you're obviously invited. Aspen would enjoy your company.

They are letters from eligible men in kingdom she said.They send as she stopped for a moment to think of an appropriate word background letters so to say,My coming out tomorrow also seems to mean that I am eligible for a mate she said sighing.She looked at the 7seven leters in her hands this like 11th batch she mumbled .