#razwrites

She sat at her kitchen table, slumped over the wooden surface, slightly propped up by her elbows. Her arms were slightly spread out, slowly and lazily rolling a palm sized crystal ball back and forth between her hands. She watched the ball move between her hands, lost in thought.

The shiny, transparent, glass orb was a token from a particular Goblin King. She had had it for several years now, although unable to use it to full extent she still kept it. It was a treasured possession, she knew that these weren't handed out on a whim. Not to mention it was from him.

Him.

Him and his reputation for having an ego bigger than the whole planet, with a sense of pride to match. Arrogance that flew him over even the biggest of heads. Not to mention the flamboyance and glitter. How she had put up with him the past years she did not know. How she still put up with him when their opinions and moods clashed, neither of them backing down due to stubbornness she could not work out either.

He's so...Jareth.

She pulled a displeased face, continuing to roll the ball back and forth. Watching it closely. Yet regardless of their clashes and his, what only could be described as "Jareth-ness". There was the sense of undying loyalty, even though he put himself well above, and would frown, amongst other things at her friends. Frown at her decisions. He would always support her regardless. She had found appreciation for it, she guessed she'd always been appreciative for it but found so even more now. Now that she had time to think with a clearer head. Her worries and stress over Olive had lifted, she still couldnt help but wonder what became of him every now and then but, to this day she had heard nothing from him and these thoughts were slowly becoming less and less frequent. Of course having a giant distraction of a glittery Goblin King helped somewhat too.

Jareth...

She repeated his name to herself, she thought of him and their quarrels, their playful quarrels and jabs at one another. That of which were never taken seriously, she had never behaved that way with anyone else. Not even Olive. Quiet, reserved, humble Olive.

They are so different. Jareth is so high and mighty, conceited and shameless...

Chime paused mid thought for a moment. She stopped rolling the crystal ball, focussing her gaze on it.

You seem to occupy my thoughts a lot, you pretentious feather duster...Why am I so drawn to you?

She felt an emotional jab, staring disgruntledly into the ball.

...No.

Chime gripped the ball and crossed her arms on the table, letting her head fall onto her arms. She felt ridiculous and conflicted.

Why?...

Over a month had passed since the fateful argument which lead to Chime's reluctant yet ultimate decision of letting her partner, Olive go. She was still very slowly coming to terms with said decision, but deep down it was sinking in that it was for the best. And that he, as much as she didn't like admitting, was right.

Throughout the days Chime was often seen just sitting in her backyard, or half heartedly tending to her plants. Various assorted shrubs and flowers sat neatly planted in their garden beds. Large trees dotting the yard, their leaves turning brown and falling in the passing Autumn days. She often felt lost and empty. Heartbroken. No longer doing the things that made her happy, but instead she would just sit and be occupied with her thoughts. This included her want to bake. Chime would often be seen baking, creating a steady output of various biscuits, cookies, cupcakes and so on, however since her decision she just stopped. Her stopping was a significant sign that something had gone wrong. And there was one in particular that she would send some of these baked goods and other little care packages to just to make sure he stayed fed. His name was Thomas Rush. And he was often subjected to Chime's motherly tendancies.