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This was originally going be a part of my Labyrinth drabble collection, but once it was completed, it seemed fit to be an idea to stand alone. Please read, review, and enjoy. Thanks!
Sarah was obviously a believer of many things—considering past events and childhood fantasies.
But the one thing Sarah didn't really believe in was running from the truth.
Following her "mistake" involving Toby, it became simpler for her to accept what was what, and to face the facts...even if the circumstances did seem unfair.
In reality, placing immature behavior aside, Sarah had always been a rather bright child somewhere beneath it all. Acting young and spoiled in manner was different than being downright dull. And it was just a matter of time for her to grow into that wisdom a little more but a short period after.
Whenever alone, Sarah allowed those old memories to resurface. She had understood what Jareth was offering her at the end of her journey. After all, the phrase, "Look what I'm offering you...your dreams..." was not a hardcore riddle. His tempting words were clear and plain. "Love me, fear me, and I will be your slave..." Oh right, now, that was quite a tough one to decipher.
Sarah let the detail that Jareth had wanted her to soak further within her mind. She lifted the scarlet novel and flipped to its chosen page. For no one knew, that the Kings of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl... So his feelings for her, no matter how subtle they were, or no matter how deep, were truly there in existance. It was written.
But even so—Sarah was not completely heartless. At the end, her blossoming protectiveness over Toby had trumped her own desires. She chose to redeem herself from the wish, and to save herself from the cutting guilt that may had haunted her otherwise.
However, all and all, even with the facts staring right at her two years later, Sarah thought the concept of Jareth's love to be...what's the word?
Strange.
And wait, no hasty judgments! It wasn't as if Sarah believed he'd been fully incapable of loving another when playing her very villian, not really. Furthermore, it had nothing to do with immortality versus mortality, humanity versus power, or age versus status.
His love felt strange because of its timing. Magical and immortal realm or not, was thirteen hours or less really the ideal and healthy timespan to grant one's entire heart to someone else?
Her eyes fall to the printed line of interest once more. —had fallen in love with the girl.
Had. Past tense. As in it had already taken place. That word was key, Sarah figured.
She comprehended it, and she would accept that his love is...or now, perhaps after what she'd done to his pride, was there sometime, for that was just how it was.
Though, what Sarah had merely wondered was actually how long had Jareth cared for her? Where did the book come from?
How was it that he came to know of her, and learn about her before their tale essentially begun?
That was the real question still lingering before her.