Wind kissed his feathers as he drifted, gliding softly over the busy city street. Numerous heads were seen down below, few looking up to see the oddity of a white barn owl flying overhead in broad daylight, but only one was hers.
A young girl with dark hair moved briskly down the sidewalk, clutching a bag of books she had purchased. Jareth followed her, watching from a safe distance, as he always did. This was his life now, the king of the goblins found himself used to flying rather than walking, watching this girl who had condemned him to his new existence. She was all he had, and so he watched vigilantly.
She stopped, her head raised. For a moment he thought that she'd seen him, her stare fixed in his direction. But she only resumed her walk, not looking back again. Oh, but she was stunning.
So young, so sweet, and with eyes so cruel and knowing, luminous with ageless dreams. Nothing had ever stirred such emotion in him.
Her hair especially entranced him. Long, smooth, and so dark, and the way it shone when she moved her head... It drew him to her like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but stare at it shimmering in the sunlight while she walked. He would have loved to touch her hair were he himself again, to remove a glove and run his fingers through the silky strands, it must feel like satin, smell like flowers and...
What was this?
A flash of light caught his eye, something she had stepped on. It stood apart from the cement, like a speck of glitter on an otherwise dull forest path. It intrigued him, and he decided to wait until she had passed, then descend to investigate. He could find her again. He knew where she was going, and all he had was time.
The girl walked on, turning a corner and leaving his line of vision. Jareth swooped low, grasping the object as though it were his prey. It was strange in his talons, smooth and light. He flew to the branches of a nearby tree and settled to inspect his find.
It was orange. Orange and very, very shiny. A bag of some sort, made out of a material he had never seen before. The color of it excited him, and the shine was so intoxicating. It was... Beautiful. But what was a... Cheeto?
Jareth looked inside of the bag, and found a cave of hidden wonders, mirror finish reflecting white fire throughout the space without even the benefit of a direct light source. Such a small area with such a radiant luster, the brilliance of which made Jareth's head swim.
He stuck his head into the bag, content to watch it sparkle. It was marvelous. Until now, he had never truly known love.
HAH! Oh, romance...