Her eye was twitching, Jareth smirked. That was never a good sign, but that was only the start of it. Her teeth, her canines to be exact, were becoming sharp and more prominent, he noted, as well as the low growl that was forming in her chest. Not a good sign indeed. Her once vibrant green eyes had started to turn dark, almost completely incased by red, the color of her bloodlust. Silent tears trickled down her face.
Yes, Jareth thought, her bloodlust was very strong when angered, so strong that it was effecting everything around her. Sparks, like burning embers floating in the night air, were forming around her head, igniting the air itself. Her highlights had long since turned the color of molten lava in stark contrast to her dark hair.
Jareths own bloodlust screamed for her, for him to engulf her in his harms, for him to comfort both of them and end the torture. He struggled to ignore it but it only grew stronger as Sarah's ire took on its physical form; flame.
Flames Surrounded her forming a tightly knit cage of protection and destruction waiting at her feet like hell hounds awaiting the command of attack.
Jareth, no longer able to sustain his bloodlust engulfed her into his arms. holding onto her tightly as if she would disappear.
"It's not fair!" She screamed banging on his chest. Jareth held fast, holding her to him, allowing her to release her anger. "It's not fair." She repeated in a broken sob, tears streaming down her face. "But that's how it is." Sob wracked through her freely and with each a new wave of pain an grief enveloped her.
Jareth just held her whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she cried her self out, till there were no more tears. Even then he still held her singing gently into her ears, and for the first time she held back. Her fingers clutched at him, holding him in place, close to her heart.
That was the first time Sarah admitted to weakness, after her mother's death.