Authors Note: A little thing that arose from the jumbled mess of my mind after I wrote 'Once, Twice Upon A Time'. There may be a few lines overlapping, so that's why.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jareth, Sarah or any place within the Labyrinth. I wish. If I did, I'd be out there overseeing my property, not in my moms basement writing stories I can't even claim to own. Don't sue me for what I don't own.
It feels safe in his arms.
Why, I don't know, but it does.
It might be because he's the only one you know in this place, but I doubt it.
Anyone- even a complete stranger- would feel safe if they were in his arms.
Even when you are supposed to be fighting against him, you find yourself relaxing in his arms.
It's safe there.
It's safe in his arms.
Maybe it's because of the power he wields- the magic that is his. Maybe it's just because he's King.
Probably not- even if you didn't know he was King, it would still be there- that indescribable aura he has that, no matter what, makes you feel safe.
It's a wonderful feeling.
No matter where he is or what he's doing, he has this inescapable aura about him- one of magic and mystery and power and ... himness, I guess. A part of it is just pure him.
It makes you feel safe when you're near him. It makes you feel like you were the most precious, fragile thing in the world, and worth protecting no matter what the cost.
It makes you feel special, when you're in his arms.
When you're in his arms, you feel safe and special and worth fighting for, and when you look into his eyes, you're transfixed by him... his eyes as well as what's behind them.
His arms protect you and hold you up and cares you and keep you near and show you what has to be done, even as his eyes bore into yours and bare your soul for him to see. His eyes, too, protect you and hold you up and caress you in some strange way. They ask you not to be frightened, and hold you up because if they didn't, if they didn't hold your gaze you'd surely fall. Fall where I don't know, because his eyes have always held me up.
He holds me up, he brings me down, he protects me and he shows me how to protect myself. He is everything and nothing.
He is King.
King of the Goblins, my dreams as well as me. Without him, I'd surely fall, where I don't know, but I do know that he would be right there
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Reviews, please! I still can't seem to get weird crossovers out of my head, SAVE ME!!! I don't WANT to write a story that has Van Helsing or Hellboy hunting Jareth as well as each other- I really don't want to, so review to get my mind of these increasingly absurd crossover!! Van Helsing and Hellboy aren't even from the same era!
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