Witch Of The White Wood

We meet again?

(I imagine this image being like Stan at his messy house surrounded by animals and enjoy it. Also slight steamyness in this one ;) leave what happened in the end up to your interpretation.)

Kyle left me on the balcony of the ballroom to go speak to a soldier of his, a man who i knew as Chris. But my solitude wasnt permanant. Feeling hot air behind me i felt my shoulders tense before turning to face whomever decided to stand there.

Wavy black hair matted to a pale forehead by a slight film of sweat. There were hints of brown hairs which the white moon made appear like streaks of silver in its reflection. A pair of wide blue eyes under thick black eyelashes, eyebrows high into his somewhat fringe in shock. I felt my own raising to match as i continued to study the face before me. His eyes were what was the most important feature to me, they told me everything i needed to know about him. They weren't blue like Butters, Craigs or Princess Kenny's. Butters eyes were sky blue like a clear summers day, Craigs were navy like the clouds before a storm and Princess Kenny's were a sort of teal like a dirty sapphire. This man had orbs made of the ocean, a beautiful azure. I could practically see the waves crashing behind them calmly. His jawline was sharp and cheekbones sculpted and flushed red with a twinge of green. He was shaking before me, his hands trembling at his sides. His jaw was open, mouth hanging the same in suprise. He was a well dressed man who had the frame of a soldier with his muscular arms and strong shoulders as well as upright posture. The few scars and bruises I could capture on some exposed parts of skin felt like streaks of silver on a canvas.

'It really is you' he whispered quietly before i realised. Stanley Marsh. He had grown. A pass of recognition fled through my eyes and he grinned widley, grasping at my hand in his, tightly. They engulfed mine easily and felt tough as though built of stone. I smiled happily to him placing my other hand on top of his own. "Why didnt you come back?", "What are you doing here?", "Who are you?" he bombarded with questions as i waited for his fast moving mouth blurt all the questions out before going to answer. But before i could even begin his face turned a sickly green, eyes widening in terror as he leant over the railing, letting go of my hands. Throwing his stomach contents onto the floor far down. I stepped back reflexivley before placing a tentative hand on his muscular back, rubbing small circles as he continued to vomit onto the helpless pavment below. Whoever may have been down there caught in the fire i silently let a prayer out for. After a moment he wiped his sleeve across his mouth and faced me again, a look of intense embarrasment. I chuckled, offering him a shoulder pat of reassurance.

"Too much to drink?" i questioned with a smirk and he laughed half heartedly, staring at the ground. He shook his head "I had dreamed of meeting you so many times and planned everything out for years, but i did not expect to see you and make a fool of myself like this..." He spoke angrily at himself as he stared into the sky, cursing whatever God was out there for making him look like a fool. I thought I saw the faintest glimmer of a tear in his eye. I laughed which drew his attention and began to reassure. "You didnt make a fool of yourself love, I didnt think i would ever see you again if i am quite honest... I'm glad to see you. Despite the vomit. If you weren't aware, im the Queen of that Kingdom over there. I am here for the Kings coronation." i pointed out to the white trees and watched as his eyes widened before he got onto his knee. Head bent as his arm want over his chest.

"M'lady i am so sorry for the way i have acted infront of you! I will make it up to you by laying my life in your service!" he spoke soft words of aplogy on his knee looking down at the floor and dammning God even harder. I couldnt help it, he was too funny. A loud cackle left my lips and his head sprang up to look at my figure which keeled over in laughter as i cradelled my stomach. Through hearty laughs i gave parts of sentances. "I have never had anyone go from holding my hand to vomiting infront of me to kneeling and begging for my forgiveness and offering his life." i must admit the alcohol made it much funnier than i would have found it any other occasion. I ushered Stan to rise and he did with a smile. "No need to bow Stanley, just treat me as you wish." i reassured feeling him tense as i let a hand drop to his bicep to comfort him. He nodded, swallowing harshly.