NOTE: First fanfic, quite short, just something toddling about in my head.
I own nothing that is in the Labyrinth.
You're just a dream. she informs him, every time.
Oh Sarah, I do wish we were past that.
But, you're just a dream. I have a real life now, how do I have the time for these childhood fantasies?
And as he always does, he fades back into shadow at her declaration, a small, sad smile on his face.
Come back Sarah, before it's too late.
She throws herself into everyday life, trying to fit in, trying to have a real life, full of everyday things, telling herself she is happy. It has been eight years, she tells herself. She is past it. Over her childhood. She even turned herself in to a phyc ward for a while, a couple of years back. He visited her there too.
Oh Sarah. Still as stubborn as ever, I see. His mouth was twisted down into a disapproving frown. Why are you in this place? Why do you wish to deny me so much?
Because you are destroying my life!
He smiled down at her, his feral features glowing in the dim lighting of the sterile room.
Oh no, Sarah. I am offering you life. You are just too stubborn to see it. And with that he faded away once again, a small amount of glitter littering the furniture around her, marking where he had been. She leans down, and, ever so carefully, picks up every last piece of glitter. She manages to take it home with her, later, when she decides the sterile atmosphere will sooner driver her mad than fix her dreaming.
That was the last she saw him, and she should be glad. She should be over the moon at his lack of glittery presence. And still, she cannot shake his image from her mind. She knows she wasn't mad, she knows he was real. She just wanted him to be gone. And now he was, and she was lonely. She worries, it has been two years. She doubts she will ever see him again, and she despairs at her foolishness.
How could I ever have denied him?
She opens her pantry, and searches around a moment on the bottom shelf before finding what she is looking for. She takes out the tiny jar, and holds it up to the light. The glitter in it twinkles beautifully at her, light glinting off it so it so it surrounds her, lighting up her face. She sighs heavily, thinking about the Goblin King and his Labyrinth.
"I wish the Goblin King was here. Right now." she sighs sadly, placing the jar down on her kitchen bench.
"Now Sarah, why would you wish a thing like that?" a familiar voice from behind her asks. She spins around in shock, and finding him there, in all his glittery glory, is momentarily speechless.
"I . . . I have missed you." she finally admits. "I'm sorry I denied you. I just wanted to fit into real life. I know now that I don't, and I don't want to. I'm sorry I'm so stubborn." She says in a rush, words jostling for position as they race from her lips. "I haven't been . . . fair. To anybody. Most of all you. And myself. It just so . . . " he reached out then, to cup her cheek in his gloved hand.
"Oh Sarah, how I have longed to hear you say these things. Yet, I find, I have no need to hear them. There is just one thing I need to hear you say, precious." his mismatched eyes gaze at her with such intensity that she feels her knees want to buckle beneath her.
"I . . . wish that the Goblin King . . . Jareth . . . would take me away. Right now."
He looked at her a second longer before a wide, wolfish smirk spread across his face.
"I thought you would never ask."