Hi, everyone. This is my first attempt at writing and actually posting it.
I pray that it turns out ok. I was just so inspired by the cool Labyrinth
fanfics I've been reading here. Well, here goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or any of its characters.....
Tolerance 1/2
Sigh... It's another lonely Valentines Day... Why did the human race have to celebrate a day that only emphasized her very uneventful love life?! She had her share of crushes and admirers, but nothing really beyond that. Maybe she had high standards. Her friends had already been in relationships of some degree, but she had always remained the dateless and lonely one. Maybe she wasn't pretty enough. Well, she wasn't the hideous type, that drove guys away. Besides, she had guy friends and they didn't seem to be repulsed by her. So why was she still dateless at 19? She'd admit to be being a little childish and weird in an dreamy kind of way, but isn't every other girl? How come there were the perky, prima donna kind that had no problems with getting asked out. She didn't understand why guys are attracted to them anyway.
What qualities would attract her to a guy? Let's see. Looks didn't matter much, as long as he was decent and normal. He had to be kind, smart, funny, sensitive and a gentleman. Someone who she could easily relate to. Someone who makes her feel special. Someone who challenges her and brings out the best in her. Most of all, someone, who is her best friend, as well as, her lover. Yeah right! Sensible, but where would you ever find a guy like that? Only in her dreams...
Dreams... They do come true, as she had learned in her adventure into the Labyrinth. Sarah was all grown-up now. College life was good. She took up theatre arts, something she had always wanted. She was in the drama club. Her peers recognized her talent. She had friends. They would go out every once in a while, when school wasn't that hectic. Her Labyrinthian friends would still visit her, and vice versa. She never thought she would be able go back to the Underground after all that had happened. She didn't think it was possible. It may have been one of the after-effects of solving the Labyrinth. It was amazing, seeing the other wonders of the Underground. It was something she'd always look forward to in her mundane life. It was good too, that the Goblin King wasn't aware of her crossings to the Underworld. She was certain he would be very furious if he ever found out. If he did know, he never showed it. She never thought about him much though. She had solved the Labyrinth and won her brother back, end of story. As far as she was concerned, he was no longer significant in her life.
All in all, life didn't seem so bad. She had everything she could ever want, except for a boyfriend. Well. she couldn't have it all. Besides, she didn't want to depend her happiness in finding some Prince Charming from a fairy tale. Though, it would be great to fall in love, even just once.
"I wonder what being in love is like. It seems to be the best feeling. It must be great to have someone who cares for you, being loved. How I wish I, too, would find love...", Sarah sighed again.
Has she ever fallen in love? She didn't know.
This year, the Drama Club had sponsored a masquerade ball. It was a fund-raiser for their Romeo and Juliet play. Sarah was one of the coordinators. That was her excuse for not getting an escort to the ball. She didn't quite feel up to it, considering the last ball she went to was from her adventure in the Labyrinth. Well, she had to get over her fear some day. This was her chance. The preparations kept her busy until the start of the ball. It was a great turn-out. Everyone enjoyed the chance to dress up and be mysterious for one night. She wore a midnight blue medieval gown made of silk, shimmering in the light. She had her long dark hair curled at the ends, with a crown of flowers to hold it in place. As her disguise, she wore the mask of a dove. Everyone was having fun. The first of many dances had begun. Her friends formally introduced their dates to her. After some small talk, they left to dance with their escorts, for it was also an evening of romance. She stood for a while, watching the scene of dancers. She felt a sense of deja vu, but this time, she was alone. More people were moving to the dance floor. Sarah stepped back to let a passing couple through, when she ran into someone and almost lost her balance.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized. Both turned to face to person they had collided with. She had hit a man. He was wearing a black sparkling coat, black tights, ruffled silk shirt and tall black boots, just like that of medieval royalty. He wore a mask of a troll or of a goblin, she couldn't say.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. I wasn't looking..", she said.
"Are you alright?" His voice was familiar, silky and enigmatic.
"Yes. I just wasn't looking. I am truly sorry." Where had she met him before?
"Quite alright. No harm done," he said formally.
They faced each other rather awkwardly, trying to figure out what to say next. Both searched the crowd around them, hoping to find a means of escape, but none came.
Sarah spoke first, trying to be as polite as possible. "Well, kind sir, I assume your lady will be looking for you. I shall not take up any more of your time."
"Nor I, my lady, for your escort must be worried as well."
She smiled shyly. "You are mistaken, my lord. For I am without company in this event."
"What would be the excuse of such a lovely creature to be unaccompanied to such a grand event?" he inquired.
She blushed at the compliment.
"I was quite busy in its preparations. I didn't have the time to worry about being accompanied."
"Was there no brave soul to ask you to be his lady?"
"Unfortunately, there was none," feeling a little ashamed.
Then, a slow and mellow music started, signaling the start of another dance. He held out his hand to her.
"May I have this dance?"
Sarah hesitated. "I doubt your companion will be pleased if she sees us together."
The stranger smirked. "Fortunately, I, too, am without company. Shall we?" He held out his hand closer this time.
She reluctantly took his hand and they proceeded to the dance floor. As they waltzed, the scene seemed so familiar, dancing with the stranger. Excitement and romance charged the air. Despite his grotesque mask, she could sense that he was beautiful underneath. He moved with regal grace. This frightened her and she started to be anxious
"Have we met? ", she asked. She couldn't dismiss the feeling that they had before.
"Yes, but, I'm afraid you have ignored me ever since," sounding a little hurt.
"Who are you?", she asked, wondering what he meant. She usually acknowledged her friends and acquiantances.
"I am Jareth," he answered confidently.
"Jareth...I don't believe I have ever heard of you," trying very hard to search her memory of such a person.
Then, she looked into his eyes. His beautiful mismatched eyes. She tried to hide her shock and fear.
"Its you!" How long had it been? Three years, maybe more. And now, without warning, he arrived. Had someone wished another child away? Surely, there was no such child here. Had he come for revenge? Probably. She shuddered at the thought. Why had the Goblin King come and at such an unlikely time?
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or any of its characters.....
Tolerance 1/2
Sigh... It's another lonely Valentines Day... Why did the human race have to celebrate a day that only emphasized her very uneventful love life?! She had her share of crushes and admirers, but nothing really beyond that. Maybe she had high standards. Her friends had already been in relationships of some degree, but she had always remained the dateless and lonely one. Maybe she wasn't pretty enough. Well, she wasn't the hideous type, that drove guys away. Besides, she had guy friends and they didn't seem to be repulsed by her. So why was she still dateless at 19? She'd admit to be being a little childish and weird in an dreamy kind of way, but isn't every other girl? How come there were the perky, prima donna kind that had no problems with getting asked out. She didn't understand why guys are attracted to them anyway.
What qualities would attract her to a guy? Let's see. Looks didn't matter much, as long as he was decent and normal. He had to be kind, smart, funny, sensitive and a gentleman. Someone who she could easily relate to. Someone who makes her feel special. Someone who challenges her and brings out the best in her. Most of all, someone, who is her best friend, as well as, her lover. Yeah right! Sensible, but where would you ever find a guy like that? Only in her dreams...
Dreams... They do come true, as she had learned in her adventure into the Labyrinth. Sarah was all grown-up now. College life was good. She took up theatre arts, something she had always wanted. She was in the drama club. Her peers recognized her talent. She had friends. They would go out every once in a while, when school wasn't that hectic. Her Labyrinthian friends would still visit her, and vice versa. She never thought she would be able go back to the Underground after all that had happened. She didn't think it was possible. It may have been one of the after-effects of solving the Labyrinth. It was amazing, seeing the other wonders of the Underground. It was something she'd always look forward to in her mundane life. It was good too, that the Goblin King wasn't aware of her crossings to the Underworld. She was certain he would be very furious if he ever found out. If he did know, he never showed it. She never thought about him much though. She had solved the Labyrinth and won her brother back, end of story. As far as she was concerned, he was no longer significant in her life.
All in all, life didn't seem so bad. She had everything she could ever want, except for a boyfriend. Well. she couldn't have it all. Besides, she didn't want to depend her happiness in finding some Prince Charming from a fairy tale. Though, it would be great to fall in love, even just once.
"I wonder what being in love is like. It seems to be the best feeling. It must be great to have someone who cares for you, being loved. How I wish I, too, would find love...", Sarah sighed again.
Has she ever fallen in love? She didn't know.
This year, the Drama Club had sponsored a masquerade ball. It was a fund-raiser for their Romeo and Juliet play. Sarah was one of the coordinators. That was her excuse for not getting an escort to the ball. She didn't quite feel up to it, considering the last ball she went to was from her adventure in the Labyrinth. Well, she had to get over her fear some day. This was her chance. The preparations kept her busy until the start of the ball. It was a great turn-out. Everyone enjoyed the chance to dress up and be mysterious for one night. She wore a midnight blue medieval gown made of silk, shimmering in the light. She had her long dark hair curled at the ends, with a crown of flowers to hold it in place. As her disguise, she wore the mask of a dove. Everyone was having fun. The first of many dances had begun. Her friends formally introduced their dates to her. After some small talk, they left to dance with their escorts, for it was also an evening of romance. She stood for a while, watching the scene of dancers. She felt a sense of deja vu, but this time, she was alone. More people were moving to the dance floor. Sarah stepped back to let a passing couple through, when she ran into someone and almost lost her balance.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized. Both turned to face to person they had collided with. She had hit a man. He was wearing a black sparkling coat, black tights, ruffled silk shirt and tall black boots, just like that of medieval royalty. He wore a mask of a troll or of a goblin, she couldn't say.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. I wasn't looking..", she said.
"Are you alright?" His voice was familiar, silky and enigmatic.
"Yes. I just wasn't looking. I am truly sorry." Where had she met him before?
"Quite alright. No harm done," he said formally.
They faced each other rather awkwardly, trying to figure out what to say next. Both searched the crowd around them, hoping to find a means of escape, but none came.
Sarah spoke first, trying to be as polite as possible. "Well, kind sir, I assume your lady will be looking for you. I shall not take up any more of your time."
"Nor I, my lady, for your escort must be worried as well."
She smiled shyly. "You are mistaken, my lord. For I am without company in this event."
"What would be the excuse of such a lovely creature to be unaccompanied to such a grand event?" he inquired.
She blushed at the compliment.
"I was quite busy in its preparations. I didn't have the time to worry about being accompanied."
"Was there no brave soul to ask you to be his lady?"
"Unfortunately, there was none," feeling a little ashamed.
Then, a slow and mellow music started, signaling the start of another dance. He held out his hand to her.
"May I have this dance?"
Sarah hesitated. "I doubt your companion will be pleased if she sees us together."
The stranger smirked. "Fortunately, I, too, am without company. Shall we?" He held out his hand closer this time.
She reluctantly took his hand and they proceeded to the dance floor. As they waltzed, the scene seemed so familiar, dancing with the stranger. Excitement and romance charged the air. Despite his grotesque mask, she could sense that he was beautiful underneath. He moved with regal grace. This frightened her and she started to be anxious
"Have we met? ", she asked. She couldn't dismiss the feeling that they had before.
"Yes, but, I'm afraid you have ignored me ever since," sounding a little hurt.
"Who are you?", she asked, wondering what he meant. She usually acknowledged her friends and acquiantances.
"I am Jareth," he answered confidently.
"Jareth...I don't believe I have ever heard of you," trying very hard to search her memory of such a person.
Then, she looked into his eyes. His beautiful mismatched eyes. She tried to hide her shock and fear.
"Its you!" How long had it been? Three years, maybe more. And now, without warning, he arrived. Had someone wished another child away? Surely, there was no such child here. Had he come for revenge? Probably. She shuddered at the thought. Why had the Goblin King come and at such an unlikely time?
