Disclaimer: If I owned Labyrinth, I wouldn't have the student loan debts I have. (read: I don't own Labyrinth; I don't make money from this. I am merely a fan)
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He watched her.
He watched her smiling.
He watched her be happy…
…with the goblins…
…with his goblins.
He watched her…
…his champion…
…the one who beat his labyrinth.
He watched for just a few moments, for that was all he could allow himself to stand. He flapped his wings and flew away from the house. He vowed it would be forever, and he would try his hardest to do so.
When he returned to his castle, he slumped into his throne.
"I move the stars for no one…" He said aloud to the emptiness. And it was true, except for her. "Blasted girl."
With his legs slung over an arm of the throne, he rested his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Nothing calmed his nerves right now.
He heard all of his goblins return to the Goblin City.
Moments later, a goblin came rushing into the throne room.
"King Jareth!" The goblin squeaked.
"Yes?" He replied without moving.
"Someone is saying the words again…aren't you going to go to them?"
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She walked across her room and sat in front of her vanity mirror. It has been 10 years since she went to the Underground and everyday she remembers it. She's always tempted to call on her goblin friends but never has. The only time she sees them now is in her dreams.
But there's another face that comes to her, even in her waking hours. She even feels like he's watching her at times. She could still hear his velvet voice so clearly.
Everything that he did was for her. And he didn't ask her for much in return…
"Just let me rule you." She snorted in laughter. But then she remembered his eyes…she remembered his touch when they danced…she remembered his lips… "Stop it Sarah…you're 25 years old now. Grow up and live in this world." She got up from her seat and to the living room of her apartment.
She began her Saturday morning ritual of cleaning. She dusted the shelves and tables in the room. She flipped the cushions of the couch and chair. She wiped down her computer. She organized her school books.
Then she moved to the bookcase.
On the bookcase was the book.
The book in red binding.
The book she hadn't read in years.
The book that was meant to only be fiction.
The book that showed its wear from love.
The book she had to force herself to ignore…
…ignore or else…
…or else she would say the words…
…and go back to him…
…the goblin King…
…Jareth.
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A/N: Okay…do I continue? Review and let me know