But because He is insisting...
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bloodsong1I need to finish this. Hope you enjoyed, Kandy.
The look on the Goblin King's face could have frozen a mortal in their tracks. Even some Kin couldn't stand against such raw fury. Euterpe was unfazed. Kenshin had made her a promise of a uchi-ihai on his family altar, a wooden tablet enscribed with a mix of her human and Gorgon names in the Buddhist tradition, a high honor for the death of someone not related by blood or marriage, simply by intent to honor a fellow Kin. That honor, that final gift, was worth tweaking an Elder Being's nose. Catchy pop after such a raw, elemental song suited the irony of the entire situation. Euterpe smiled as she began to sing.
"Somethin' in you brought out somethin' in me, that I've never been since/That part of me that was only for you,
That kind of romance/Comes only once, that kind of love/That kind of fever dance/That you love because you become someone else in an instant. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Never let it be said the Goblin King couldn't rise to the situation. His hair was still sparking and floating, but he turned to his Champion with a sharp smile and took up the dance. Where she was wild, he was elegant. Where she mocked, he offered. Where she spit fire, he blew kisses. The juxtaposition was not lost on Sarah, whose arms fell to her sides as she gaped.
"Somethin' in you put a hold on my heart/It's hard to believe now/Here in the place that will never be dark
I remember that place.../That kind of touch, electricity of love/That certain kind of grace/That you love because you become someone else in an instant. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Luke shook his head as he drummed, his mind on his clan, composing a death song appropriate for his band. He just hoped the Goblin King would appreciate the sentiment and allow him time to write it down.
Nicholai was equally amazed by Euterpe's balls as he was about the fact they were all still breathing. Maybe they'd get out of this after all.
April's eyes remained glued to the couple on the dance floor. The Goblin King was circling Sarah, who scrambled to keep him in sight. It was so obvious what was going on here. Even if she didn't see the next sunrise, it was worth it.
"Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
The waitstaff were holding their collective breaths, waiting for the fireworks to start. The club was over half empty now and no one else was leaving. Come what may, they wanted to see.
"Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Moirae finished with a flourish. The Goblin King ended standing very near a flummoxed Sarah, one hand extended in a courteous offer. Sarah's eyes darted rapidly around the room, seeking some kind of assistance. They finally landed on the band, specifically April, who was clutching her bass and nodding her head eagerly.
"You BITCH!" Sarah ignored the gloved hand to lunge at the stage. She got to the edge, with April scrambling back, before she was caught from behind by a chuckling Elder Being.
"Temper, temper, Sarah," He purred, lacing his arms through hers to hold her back. Sarah responded by trying to stomp on his toes, her face almost purple as she swore at the pale Witch. A few whistles announced the crowd was impressed with her use of foul language. Euterpe shook her feathered and snaky head.
"Goblin King, what are your intentions to the Champion of the Labyrinth?" She asked into her microphone. The royal responded with a very sharp smile.
"There is unfinished business between us, Gorgon. Why do you interfere?"
"We have not interfered, rather, we have aided you in this. She is her own person."
"She is mine!"
"LIKE HELL I AM!" Sarah struggled in earnest, her combat boots tapping a stacacco beat as she tried to crush a Fey's feet. "You have no power over me!"
"On the contrary, Sarah, I have all the power over you. You ran my Labryinth. You succeeded. You are Touched by my power and therefore mine to claim."
"Will you undo what you have done, Goblin King?" Euterpe asked. Sarah's head snapped up, almost cracking the Elder's chin. He frowned at his captive before eyeing the Medusa. "She has found the Night Life, she could be happy here."
"She is beyond even you, Gorgon."
"April, please!" Sarah whispered, gazing up at her friend. April shook her head.
"The Elder Beings have their own rules, Sarah. Once Fey Touched, the only place for you is in his world. It's either that or die by inches, as you have been. You know this." Sarah blinked twice, shook her head hard, and finally slumped.
"Come, Sarah. It will be a piece of cake."
"You arrogant, overbearing, uncivilized bastard!." The Goblin King hauled her roughly against his chest and whispered something that left her pale and bug-eyed. Euterpe's lips quirked.
"I wish the Goblin King will come and sing 'Under Pressure' with Moirae after he's won his Lady and Champion," She announced in a loud, clear voice. Rich male laughter rang out from the Elder Being, while his captive succumbed to gaping again.
"As you wish, Gorgon. Until that day," He inclined his head. Euterpe and her bandmates bowed back. With a swirl of sparkles, the pair vanished. A sudden rush of air filled the room as everyone exhaled, followed by a wave of chatter. Euterpe tapped on her mike.
"Do any of you still want to hear Battousai's story?" The crowd roared.
THERE! You got your damned Champion. Go away now, I have serious writing to do, Goblin King.
The look on the Goblin King's face could have frozen a mortal in their tracks. Even some Kin couldn't stand against such raw fury. Euterpe was unfazed. Kenshin had made her a promise of a uchi-ihai on his family altar, a wooden tablet enscribed with a mix of her human and Gorgon names in the Buddhist tradition, a high honor for the death of someone not related by blood or marriage, simply by intent to honor a fellow Kin. That honor, that final gift, was worth tweaking an Elder Being's nose. Catchy pop after such a raw, elemental song suited the irony of the entire situation. Euterpe smiled as she began to sing.
"Somethin' in you brought out somethin' in me, that I've never been since/That part of me that was only for you,
That kind of romance/Comes only once, that kind of love/That kind of fever dance/That you love because you become someone else in an instant. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Never let it be said the Goblin King couldn't rise to the situation. His hair was still sparking and floating, but he turned to his Champion with a sharp smile and took up the dance. Where she was wild, he was elegant. Where she mocked, he offered. Where she spit fire, he blew kisses. The juxtaposition was not lost on Sarah, whose arms fell to her sides as she gaped.
"Somethin' in you put a hold on my heart/It's hard to believe now/Here in the place that will never be dark
I remember that place.../That kind of touch, electricity of love/That certain kind of grace/That you love because you become someone else in an instant. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Luke shook his head as he drummed, his mind on his clan, composing a death song appropriate for his band. He just hoped the Goblin King would appreciate the sentiment and allow him time to write it down.
Nicholai was equally amazed by Euterpe's balls as he was about the fact they were all still breathing. Maybe they'd get out of this after all.
April's eyes remained glued to the couple on the dance floor. The Goblin King was circling Sarah, who scrambled to keep him in sight. It was so obvious what was going on here. Even if she didn't see the next sunrise, it was worth it.
"Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
The waitstaff were holding their collective breaths, waiting for the fireworks to start. The club was over half empty now and no one else was leaving. Come what may, they wanted to see.
"Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance. Say you will, say you will give me one more chance/At least give me time to change your mind/That always seems to heal the wounds, if I can/Get you to dance."
Moirae finished with a flourish. The Goblin King ended standing very near a flummoxed Sarah, one hand extended in a courteous offer. Sarah's eyes darted rapidly around the room, seeking some kind of assistance. They finally landed on the band, specifically April, who was clutching her bass and nodding her head eagerly.
"You BITCH!" Sarah ignored the gloved hand to lunge at the stage. She got to the edge, with April scrambling back, before she was caught from behind by a chuckling Elder Being.
"Temper, temper, Sarah," He purred, lacing his arms through hers to hold her back. Sarah responded by trying to stomp on his toes, her face almost purple as she swore at the pale Witch. A few whistles announced the crowd was impressed with her use of foul language. Euterpe shook her feathered and snaky head.
"Goblin King, what are your intentions to the Champion of the Labyrinth?" She asked into her microphone. The royal responded with a very sharp smile.
"There is unfinished business between us, Gorgon. Why do you interfere?"
"We have not interfered, rather, we have aided you in this. She is her own person."
"She is mine!"
"LIKE HELL I AM!" Sarah struggled in earnest, her combat boots tapping a stacacco beat as she tried to crush a Fey's feet. "You have no power over me!"
"On the contrary, Sarah, I have all the power over you. You ran my Labryinth. You succeeded. You are Touched by my power and therefore mine to claim."
"Will you undo what you have done, Goblin King?" Euterpe asked. Sarah's head snapped up, almost cracking the Elder's chin. He frowned at his captive before eyeing the Medusa. "She has found the Night Life, she could be happy here."
"She is beyond even you, Gorgon."
"April, please!" Sarah whispered, gazing up at her friend. April shook her head.
"The Elder Beings have their own rules, Sarah. Once Fey Touched, the only place for you is in his world. It's either that or die by inches, as you have been. You know this." Sarah blinked twice, shook her head hard, and finally slumped.
"Come, Sarah. It will be a piece of cake."
"You arrogant, overbearing, uncivilized bastard!." The Goblin King hauled her roughly against his chest and whispered something that left her pale and bug-eyed. Euterpe's lips quirked.
"I wish the Goblin King will come and sing 'Under Pressure' with Moirae after he's won his Lady and Champion," She announced in a loud, clear voice. Rich male laughter rang out from the Elder Being, while his captive succumbed to gaping again.
"As you wish, Gorgon. Until that day," He inclined his head. Euterpe and her bandmates bowed back. With a swirl of sparkles, the pair vanished. A sudden rush of air filled the room as everyone exhaled, followed by a wave of chatter. Euterpe tapped on her mike.
"Do any of you still want to hear Battousai's story?" The crowd roared.
THERE! You got your damned Champion. Go away now, I have serious writing to do, Goblin King.
