demonsaya

“You bitch, you stabbed me!?” Sarah heard the surprise and pain from the man who was holding her neck before that hand went slack and she was pushed away from him. Jareth caught her as the pain of stabbing herself caught up with her. Her knees went weak and she went to the ground, and he went with her. She felt his hands grip the hilt of the sword and she gripped his hands, shaking her head. “If you pull it out now, I’ll just bleed more. Just leave it until this shit is dealt with?” Her voice sounded roughened by pain. She was fairly sure she hadn’t hit anything vital, but fuck, she hadn’t expected it to hurt so badly. Then again, when he’d stabbed her, it had been in the shoulder. She could see the temper in his expression, but everything around them seemed to have stopped, as if her stabbing herself had shocked everyone to the point of inaction. “Sarah,” Jareth breathed, not seeming to have noticed that the others weren’t coming at them, yet. “Why the fuck -” She gave a rough

Whatever Jareth was doing with his magic behind Sarah made her nose itch, she noted. She was keeping an eye on the door while he worked to free Nyx. The room smelled heavily of ozone, the air charged like before a thunderstorm. He kept a fair distance from Nyx as he worked, standing in the middle of the dark room. Moros had left the room some time ago, and Sarah wasn’t sure what to think that the nightmares in the dark weren’t coming after them yet. Toby stayed next to Nyx, looking awkward and nervous, as though he weren’t certain what to do with himself. Jareth had long since put the glasses she’d lent him back on her. It was an odd relief to have the weight of them on her face again, even if what Jareth said was true about her being able to break spellbinding. She didn’t like not having them to protect her from other things. Right now, they gave her the unique advantage of being able to see the way the magic Jareth was using flowed around the room in general, and in particular, her

Jareth’s aim was closer to where she’d intended to land with her own doorway, Sarah noted. They ended up on the roof, near that swirling vortex of power. As he set her on her feet, both of them turned towards it, and Sarah noted that her lover’s face had lost all traces of humor. He moved towards that swirl of magic, and he lifted a hand towards it as if to touch it. The air around them swelled with the scent of ozone. “You’re right about this being old magic. Some of the oldest, in fact. Chaos magic if I’m not mistaking.” He flinched a bit as the magic cracked against his gloved palm. “Makes sense, given who we are dealing with. I can break it, but it’s not going to be easy. We might have to see if we can just drag the fight out until my forces actually arrive.” “Toby might still have that flashbang of yours,” she admitted. “So I might be able to distract them while you break the magic holding Nyx. Here’s hoping this doesn’t go tits up, yeah?” “It had best not, precious. We’ve got