[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

Trixy thought she had managed to pass through unnoticed. Clearly she was no longer necessary to the situation, so why stay? And then his voice practically whipped her, leaving bloody gashes down her back. She froze, not him, not now. It was time to be the actress, act normal, make a few witty jokes, laugh, flirt, move on. Just keep pretending everything was okay, pretending [i]she[/i] was okay…

Pretending that she wasn’t in love with him.

She was foul and undeserving of attention or time; Not his, not anyone’s. But alas, she turned, and she smiled a grin that rivaled the moon in its ability to shed light on darkness. She paused and waited for him to catch up. His uneven foot falls caused her to raise a brow and turn. Concern marred her porcelain features. 

“You’re hurt.” She said, it was a statement more than it was a question.

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color]

“Your forever a bloody idiot, is what you are.” Jar said jokingly before pulling his hand from his own chest. His fingers were slick with dark vampiric blood and the pain made him wince. But it was more than that; the expression on his face was one unfamiliar to him or Theo. He felt like a child backed into a corner, staring up at a great, unspeakable evil. Jareth just stared at his own bloody hand, silent and completely still, as if in a trance. It was like the realization of what had happened previously was just now falling like bricks upon his consciousness.