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Adult +
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Heart Of Ice: Chapter One: Avery
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter One: Avery
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian spies on the boy he thinks could end Quiana’s curse and we get to meet Avery and his family.
Warning(s): Implied homosexuality, language.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): None this chapter.
~*~
Sitting high up in his tower room beneath the stars Fabian stared into the glass sphere. He remained undisturbed by any in his kingdom for he had magically locked himself in again but Fabian himself saw and heard everything that was going on in the world of the mortals. Everything that concerned The Boy, the boy he had come to think of as his, the one he hoped would help end Quiana’s curse. Settled in the window, his only light the light of the full moon outside, he stared at the beautiful boy on the beach. In the mortal realm the sun was just going down, the weather was becoming cooler as night approached, and a light breeze – one sent there by Fabian - lifted the boy’s fringe from his face, and allowed the goblin king to view the face he had come to know so well over the past several months.
His face itself was oval shaped, his chin pointed slightly but not nearly so much as the goblin king’s own. Avery – for that was what the boy’s father, stepmother, and baby sister called him when Fabian was listening in – had ridiculously long lashed eyes the color of the ocean on a cold winter’s day with just a suggestion of an almond shape that hinted at an oriental ancestor somewhere in the past and cheekbones a makeup artist would love. His nose was exactly the right size for his face and centered perfectly between his eyes above a wide mouth with kisssably full lips that seemed to be constantly pouting.
Fabian was sure that, if he still had the ability to love, he would have fallen in love with the boy already. There was a splash down below and he turned his attention from the crystal orb to glance down below just as a commotion started up down by the moat. Several goblins stood on the bank shrieking while several more stood nearby jumping up and down. In the greenish black water something smallish and furry was splashing around. Fabian rolled his eyes. Apparently one of his subjects had fallen in again. Well, either the rest would get it out or it would drown. One way or the other he would not be dealing with it. He could not be entirely certain that his aversion to the goblins was completely because of his inability to feel any emotion. It could also have been because they were utterly repulsive. He turned his attention back to the orb in his hand and the boy who was so much more pleasing to look at…
He wore a long sleeved black shirt and a gray tee shirt with a picture of an Irish wolfhound on the front of it. His tight jeans were rolled up to the knee and legs, as well as his feet, from there down were bare. On the beach several feet behind him was a pair of blue moon boots with socks sticking out of them and a matching down-filled ski jacket. He walked slowly forward with the steps of someone frightened but determined to face the source of the fear without appearing scared. His hands were held straight out in front of him, palms up. The breeze ruffled his hair again but he appeared not to notice, so intent was he on the scenario going on inside his head.
“Give me the child,” Avery begged.
No, he thought, that’s not quite right. He tried again.
“Give me the child.” His voice was firmer this time, not begging but definitely not demanding either. That was better. “Give me the child,” he repeated in the same manner. Then he continued with his speech, “Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city –“ here he gestured to the cabin on the other side of the lake. The cabin was no castle and the lake no goblin city but it served his purposes just fine “- to take back the child that you have stolen.” He bit his lip and pondered that for a moment.
Yes, it seemed all right.
“For my will is as strong as yours…” Oh, no. That line was coming up soon… “And my kingdom is as great…”
And there it was.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to picture the text in the book. He could never remember that line. “My will is as strong as yours,” he repeated. “And my kingdom is as great…”
And what?
Thunder rumbled overhead which was odd considering it was only February.
~*~
In his castle tower, his only refuge from his subjects, Fabian stared harder into the crystal orb. The boy had him hypnotized. He would surely be in love now if only the curse were not in effect.
~*~
“Damn,” Avery muttered. His shoulders drooped and the natural pout in his mouth increased. “I can never remember than line,” he lamented. From the pocket of his jeans he took a thin, red leather bound book. The word Labyrinth was written across the front cover in beautiful gold script and the whole thing looked ancient. In fact, it was. Avery’s father had purchased it in a box of much more valuable old books at an estate sale a few days prior. There was no author’s name and none of the book lists contained the title so when Avery had expressed an interest in it his father had simply given it to him.
He opened the book and turned to a page close to the back. His eyes scanned the text. Finally he sighed. It seemed so obvious now. “You have no power over me,” he read aloud straight from the book. “Of course.” Avery closed the book and, with a bit of wriggling, slipped it back into his pocket. He prepared to return to his acting out the story in the little red leather book but the thunder came again, much closer this time and echoed in the distance. Avery jumped and his dog – and Irish wolfhound named Ozzie – barked loudly.
The boy tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. He shivered. The sky was dark with storm clouds but it was only February so it should not be storming. It should be snowing or something. He shivered again and looked down at his feet. They were bare and really it was still too cold yet for that. He should have shoes on or something. And probably his coat too, come to think of it.
Ozzie barked again.
“I guess it’s time to go home, huh Ozzie?” Avery asked. The thought of going home was depressing. That was why he was out here on the beach, barefoot, in February. Well, that was the reason he was out here on the beach. The reason he was barefoot in February was because he hated wearing shoes, no matter the weather, and liked to feel the sand between his toes. “You have no power over me,” he repeated. “You have no power over me.” He wished it were true. His parents had split up three years ago and while that was not entirely bad – he got to spend the summer in New York City with his mother after all – the fact that his father had remarried two years ago and he now had a one year old baby sister named Jilly to contend with was the reason he stayed away from home as much as possible.
The sharply pointed clock tower in the center of town was just visible over the rooftops of the buildings between Town Square and the wide stretch of sand between the abandoned boardwalk and the water of the lake where Avery had been reenacting his story since school had ended several hours ago. The sound of the bells chiming however was not the least bit hard to hear even as far away as Avery was and he jumped again as the clock began to chime.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Avery expected it to stop there. He was supposed to be home by six o’ clock and it was nowhere near that yet.
Six?
Startled, he looked toward the center of town as if he were expecting to see the clock standing there with the hands pointing to five and the bells were wrong.
Seven?
Oh, God! It was seven o’ clock! Avery had to get home. He was going to be in so much trouble. “Shit,” he said to the dog. It described the sudden decline in his mood perfectly. “Come one, Oz.”
The big dog’s back end came off the ground first as it stretched. He stood up, yawned, and shook himself, in no hurry to go home where he would probably be confined to his doghouse once again.
“Come on, Ozzie,” Avery said desperately. He ran off down the beach in the direction they had come from, pausing only long enough to stuff his feet into his boots – sans socks – and pull his coat back on. A glance behind him to see if his dog was coming revealed that the huge animal was in fact not following him. “Ozzie,” he shouted again, his tone more commanding this time. This time the Irish wolfhound ran up the beach toward his master. Avery waited until the dog had almost reached him Avery turned around and ran toward home again just as the sky opened up and a cold rain came pouring down.
~*~
Still in his sanctuary at the top of his favorite tower Fabian had watched it all. Even as Avery and Ozzie left the beach in the pouring rain, an hour late returning home, all of his attention remained trained on the crystal orb in his hand. Soon he would have the boy in his labyrinth and perhaps soon the curse that had plagued him for four hundred years would be lifted.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian spies on the boy he thinks could end Quiana’s curse and we get to meet Avery and his family.
Warning(s): Implied homosexuality, language.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): None this chapter.
~*~
Sitting high up in his tower room beneath the stars Fabian stared into the glass sphere. He remained undisturbed by any in his kingdom for he had magically locked himself in again but Fabian himself saw and heard everything that was going on in the world of the mortals. Everything that concerned The Boy, the boy he had come to think of as his, the one he hoped would help end Quiana’s curse. Settled in the window, his only light the light of the full moon outside, he stared at the beautiful boy on the beach. In the mortal realm the sun was just going down, the weather was becoming cooler as night approached, and a light breeze – one sent there by Fabian - lifted the boy’s fringe from his face, and allowed the goblin king to view the face he had come to know so well over the past several months.
His face itself was oval shaped, his chin pointed slightly but not nearly so much as the goblin king’s own. Avery – for that was what the boy’s father, stepmother, and baby sister called him when Fabian was listening in – had ridiculously long lashed eyes the color of the ocean on a cold winter’s day with just a suggestion of an almond shape that hinted at an oriental ancestor somewhere in the past and cheekbones a makeup artist would love. His nose was exactly the right size for his face and centered perfectly between his eyes above a wide mouth with kisssably full lips that seemed to be constantly pouting.
Fabian was sure that, if he still had the ability to love, he would have fallen in love with the boy already. There was a splash down below and he turned his attention from the crystal orb to glance down below just as a commotion started up down by the moat. Several goblins stood on the bank shrieking while several more stood nearby jumping up and down. In the greenish black water something smallish and furry was splashing around. Fabian rolled his eyes. Apparently one of his subjects had fallen in again. Well, either the rest would get it out or it would drown. One way or the other he would not be dealing with it. He could not be entirely certain that his aversion to the goblins was completely because of his inability to feel any emotion. It could also have been because they were utterly repulsive. He turned his attention back to the orb in his hand and the boy who was so much more pleasing to look at…
He wore a long sleeved black shirt and a gray tee shirt with a picture of an Irish wolfhound on the front of it. His tight jeans were rolled up to the knee and legs, as well as his feet, from there down were bare. On the beach several feet behind him was a pair of blue moon boots with socks sticking out of them and a matching down-filled ski jacket. He walked slowly forward with the steps of someone frightened but determined to face the source of the fear without appearing scared. His hands were held straight out in front of him, palms up. The breeze ruffled his hair again but he appeared not to notice, so intent was he on the scenario going on inside his head.
“Give me the child,” Avery begged.
No, he thought, that’s not quite right. He tried again.
“Give me the child.” His voice was firmer this time, not begging but definitely not demanding either. That was better. “Give me the child,” he repeated in the same manner. Then he continued with his speech, “Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city –“ here he gestured to the cabin on the other side of the lake. The cabin was no castle and the lake no goblin city but it served his purposes just fine “- to take back the child that you have stolen.” He bit his lip and pondered that for a moment.
Yes, it seemed all right.
“For my will is as strong as yours…” Oh, no. That line was coming up soon… “And my kingdom is as great…”
And there it was.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to picture the text in the book. He could never remember that line. “My will is as strong as yours,” he repeated. “And my kingdom is as great…”
And what?
Thunder rumbled overhead which was odd considering it was only February.
~*~
In his castle tower, his only refuge from his subjects, Fabian stared harder into the crystal orb. The boy had him hypnotized. He would surely be in love now if only the curse were not in effect.
~*~
“Damn,” Avery muttered. His shoulders drooped and the natural pout in his mouth increased. “I can never remember than line,” he lamented. From the pocket of his jeans he took a thin, red leather bound book. The word Labyrinth was written across the front cover in beautiful gold script and the whole thing looked ancient. In fact, it was. Avery’s father had purchased it in a box of much more valuable old books at an estate sale a few days prior. There was no author’s name and none of the book lists contained the title so when Avery had expressed an interest in it his father had simply given it to him.
He opened the book and turned to a page close to the back. His eyes scanned the text. Finally he sighed. It seemed so obvious now. “You have no power over me,” he read aloud straight from the book. “Of course.” Avery closed the book and, with a bit of wriggling, slipped it back into his pocket. He prepared to return to his acting out the story in the little red leather book but the thunder came again, much closer this time and echoed in the distance. Avery jumped and his dog – and Irish wolfhound named Ozzie – barked loudly.
The boy tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. He shivered. The sky was dark with storm clouds but it was only February so it should not be storming. It should be snowing or something. He shivered again and looked down at his feet. They were bare and really it was still too cold yet for that. He should have shoes on or something. And probably his coat too, come to think of it.
Ozzie barked again.
“I guess it’s time to go home, huh Ozzie?” Avery asked. The thought of going home was depressing. That was why he was out here on the beach, barefoot, in February. Well, that was the reason he was out here on the beach. The reason he was barefoot in February was because he hated wearing shoes, no matter the weather, and liked to feel the sand between his toes. “You have no power over me,” he repeated. “You have no power over me.” He wished it were true. His parents had split up three years ago and while that was not entirely bad – he got to spend the summer in New York City with his mother after all – the fact that his father had remarried two years ago and he now had a one year old baby sister named Jilly to contend with was the reason he stayed away from home as much as possible.
The sharply pointed clock tower in the center of town was just visible over the rooftops of the buildings between Town Square and the wide stretch of sand between the abandoned boardwalk and the water of the lake where Avery had been reenacting his story since school had ended several hours ago. The sound of the bells chiming however was not the least bit hard to hear even as far away as Avery was and he jumped again as the clock began to chime.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Avery expected it to stop there. He was supposed to be home by six o’ clock and it was nowhere near that yet.
Six?
Startled, he looked toward the center of town as if he were expecting to see the clock standing there with the hands pointing to five and the bells were wrong.
Seven?
Oh, God! It was seven o’ clock! Avery had to get home. He was going to be in so much trouble. “Shit,” he said to the dog. It described the sudden decline in his mood perfectly. “Come one, Oz.”
The big dog’s back end came off the ground first as it stretched. He stood up, yawned, and shook himself, in no hurry to go home where he would probably be confined to his doghouse once again.
“Come on, Ozzie,” Avery said desperately. He ran off down the beach in the direction they had come from, pausing only long enough to stuff his feet into his boots – sans socks – and pull his coat back on. A glance behind him to see if his dog was coming revealed that the huge animal was in fact not following him. “Ozzie,” he shouted again, his tone more commanding this time. This time the Irish wolfhound ran up the beach toward his master. Avery waited until the dog had almost reached him Avery turned around and ran toward home again just as the sky opened up and a cold rain came pouring down.
~*~
Still in his sanctuary at the top of his favorite tower Fabian had watched it all. Even as Avery and Ozzie left the beach in the pouring rain, an hour late returning home, all of his attention remained trained on the crystal orb in his hand. Soon he would have the boy in his labyrinth and perhaps soon the curse that had plagued him for four hundred years would be lifted.