Restorative

Jun. 10th, 2025 05:32 pm
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Sarah had spent her afternoon following up on their new arrival. Her concerns that the child could be suffering from a similar malady to that which had claimed her parents had been well founded. The healers had placed the little girl in statis while they worked to slowly purge her system of remaining toxins and to repair the damage they had caused.

While Sarah had hoped the healers could provide her with a list of the chemicals involved, that had unfortunately devolved into a circular discussion with neither party understanding the other’s terminology. Taking a different tack, Sarah had ended up calling Irene and, between the two of them, they had determined that the family had been the victims of a tainted water supply. It seemed that there was a high profile legal case for victim compensation in progress, which may help those families who had a chance of recovery, but there were enough people who were beyond medical intervention that Sarah suspected the child was the first of an influx.

Entering the library, Sarah smiled as she saw Jareth sprawled on a lounge chair. Having fallen asleep while reading, his head was thrown back, exposing a long column of neck and one hand was buried in the heavy pelt draped across his lap. As she watched, his rug moved and a very much alive wolf didn’t so much fall from the lounge as it did succumb to gravity in a slow ooze that eventually yawned, curled in a tight ball at Jareth’s feet and resumed its own sleep.

Stepping behind the chair, Sarah brushed Jareth’s hair aside before kissing him on the forehead.

With a dramatic full body stretch, Jareth reached up to return Sarah’s kiss. “How’s the patient?”

“She’ll recover fully, but they want to keep her in their care for a while yet.” Carefully avoiding treading on the sleeping wolf, Sarah joined Jareth on the lounge and curled into his side. “There’ll be more, won’t there?” She could feel an air of heavy expectation from the Labyrinth that made her suspect the next call would be soon.

“Quite a few, yes.” Sarah shuddered and Jareth tightened his arms around her.

“I’m feeling the urge to introduce the culprits to the bog.”

“Alas that is outside our remit, my love,” Jareth commiserated.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“We can ensure the children who are wished away find loving homes.”

“I meant Above.”

“I understand, but there are rules, and while you only want to intervene with the best of intentions, others may not be so altruistic.”

As frustrating as it was to hear, Sarah understood that it would be a slippery slope. While she knew the flip side was that there would soon be families Underground gaining a much wanted child, it was still difficult to only be able to step in under tightly defined conditions and even then it was in the aftermath of disaster.

“We provide a safety net for those who’ve lost all hope.”



[community profile] labyficdrabble #213: luxurious
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I have had a very interesting few days, writing-wise. I had been noodling on an idea for a while when, maybe three days ago, I started wondering if I might be able to do use the premise of the Hour of the Wolf (my Teen Wolf/MCU timetravel long-lost family story feat. Allison Argent) on something related to Anita Blake.

Note: It took me a whole day to remember had already done that in 2005 with Switchback, a story I didn't import over to AO3 as it's incomplete. (You can find it here; cw: rape)

Sometimes people say they only tell one story… and I just re-read Switchback and realized that I didn't create something new with Hour of the Wolf; I'd taken my one story and applied it to Teen Wolf.

Anyway.

A few days ago, when the idea occurred to me to apply the HotW premise to Anita Blake, I went all in, I was writing, I was plotting, and I had over 6,000 words together by the time I managed to think my way through to the end of the story…. And then I stopped. I realized that I absolutely do not want to write this story as it's set because there's no chance of a hopeful ending. The story starts with irreparable loss, and there's no way to fix that.

So I stopped.

In the interests of transparency (and because I like throwing dark-haired girls and their preternatural sidekicks back in time), I've posted what I have written below the cut:

Read more... )

Bouyancy

Jun. 3rd, 2025 06:52 pm
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Sarah felt the pull of a wish and had just enough time to set her work aside before she materialised into a room that was comparatively darker than the one she’d left.

Knowing that it was always best to stay quiet and let people make the wrong impression, Sarah waited for her eyes to adjust to the light difference, parsing the information dump of data the Labyrinth had placed in her mind as she was transported Above.

Keeping her expression neutral, Sarah took stock of her surroundings. A wall of glass was all that separated the restaurant from a pool. Sunlight filtering through the water was the cause of the peculiar lighting. As she watched, people dived into the pool and turned somersaults for the diners.

Turning back to the table at the end of the people aquarium, Sarah took in the sallow complexion of a young woman who returned her look with open wonder. Before anyone spoke, Jareth stepped forward to pull out a chair for Sarah, before he took a seat beside her. It was unusual for them both to be called, as odd as it was that they were both dressed in Above fashions suitable to the establishment rather than Goblin armour.

“Thank you for coming, Your Highnesses.” This was not the typical greeting they encountered.

“Mama! Can I swim too?”

Sarah barely restrained herself from startling at the child’s voice. She was definitely the one wished away, and yet not only had the goblins not taken her, they were currently in the pool pressed against the glass where the little girl looked up at them in delight.

“Perhaps later, darling.” She smiled sadly, then looked at Sarah. “Will she be taken care of?”

“She will be treasured,” Jareth answered in a gentle manner, reaching across the table to take her hand. “She will have a long, healthy life and will be raised in a loving family.”

The woman almost collapsed in relief and Sarah suspected she was barely holding herself together. The Labyrinth had informed her that the woman was suffering from a malady that had already claimed the child’s father, which seemed unlikely to be coincidental and raised questions of an environmental concern.

Jareth produced a crystal and held it out to the woman. “I am obligated to offer you your dreams.”

She shook her head and returned a soft smile. “You’ve given me my dreams.” Taking a deep breath she pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her tightly. “I love you more than anything, darling, but the King and Queen will take you to play with your friends in the pool.”

“Okay, Mama. Love you too.” She hopped down and held her arms up to Jareth who stood and lifted her into his embrace.

Just as she felt the tug of the Underground, Sarah had a brief glimpse of the woman as she collapsed. Her final act of finding a loving home for her child had been all that had sustained her.



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Saturdays in May

May. 31st, 2025 05:28 pm
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For reasons that I'll explain in a month or two, I went to a local used bookstore (Pulpfiction on Main is my saviour) to see if they had copies of the earlier Anita Blake books. Subway construction on Broadway was so bad that it took longer to get there on the bus than it took me to walk home; c'est la vie.

Anyway, my route home took me past my old apartment. I haven't been that way much since I moved out in 2009. The old neighbourhood was pretty much the same - taller trees, although there are a number of rezoning proposal signs up; we'll see what goes through the city planning office and what can actually get built, with the cost of construction sky-high. I wondered if I would feel any nostalgia when I walked past the old place, but there was none. It was a crappy place and I was in a not-so-great mental space when I lived there. Pretty happy I left when I did.

K that's enough navel gazing. I have old books to look at :)

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May. 29th, 2025 04:16 pm
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we had a strange one-day heat-wave yesterday (it's been averaging 19C here for a month and shot up to 30C yesterday; back down to 22C today) and now I have a headache that's either from the heat, some flavoring in the sparkling water I was chugging, the fan, or some fourth option like a change in the air pressure or a brain tumour or something.

Going through life is weird.


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