"This is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard" Sarah said slowly, glaring at her friend on the other side of the bed. They were in her room, well a cleaner version of it, most of her stuff were still here only better arranged leaving a neat impression of space and maturity.17 years old Sarah was seating on her bed, clad in a tee-shirt and jeans, glaring at the blond teenage girl sitting cross-legged in front of her.
"Oh come OOOON, if your description is accurate he's a hottie, plus he seemed to totally like you"
"for the last time it was a trick to make me lose track of time, shove it in your head once and for all, there is no magical fairy king pinning for me in any plane of existence." Sarah snapped.
She had this conversation with jenny so many times before it just seemed useless. Jenny was her best friend, they knew each other since they were 8. Jenny was the only being to which she admitted her mistake wishing Toby away and explained what happened during her adventure. And jenny believed her, if Sarah was a great dreamer jenny was a great believer. She believed in ANYTHING, in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, god, the Greeks gods, the pagan gods, bloody Mary, the apocalypse every single thing that she might believe in she believed with fervor all at once, so naturally she believed her. Another thing jenny believed in was that the goblin king was in love with Sarah and that she reciprocate it without knowing it and, even after almost 3 years of fervent denial from Sarah she still believed it to Sarah's dismay.
Sarah wasn't in denial she just knew the goblin king tried to trick her and, she certainly didn't harbor love for the man, respect yes, a sane bit of lust maybe, but definitely not love. She was positive on this point for her heart was already taken when she made her wish. It was her greatest secret one jenny doesn't even know or she'll understand and drop the subject.
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"This is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard" Jareth was laughing softly, pacing in his empty throne room "ME depressed and longing for a teenage girl, it's a wonder those idiots believed such nonsense." He sat nonchalantly on his throne.
"Not that I complain, I have received many letters from princess and ladies eager to console my poor broken heart, had I knew that I have to pretend to be heartbroken over a teenage mortal for them to come running …" he trailed lost in thought.
"Truly I must apologize brother; I thought losing by the hand of your mortal child would have earned me a century of ladies avoiding me, but on the contrary, the princess Doraemoon is inviting herself to nurse me, things can't be better." Jareth turned to face his brother.
"You despise Doraemoon, she is despicable and vain" the man answering was sitting on the window sill. He was tall, lean, His hair were brown in a 'ray of light piercing through leaves in an autumn forest' kind of way, his features were similar to Jareth, but his mismatched eyes, the same as his brother, radiated calm instead of mischief. He was dressed much like Jareth with a brown waistcoat over a white billowing shirt and pants, "normal" brown pants; he was also barefooted giving him some sort of traveler look.
"I know that, but she's bringing the sweet princess Sillia with her, I'll gladly tolerate Doraemoon if it means I can see her sister"
"Ever the romantic I see, but it's true Sillia is one of the sweetest girl you can find, it's a shame her father doesn't see it instead of spoiling her sister."
"Careful brother, Sillia is mine you already have your pretty mortal and, even if I own the visit of my sweet princess to both of you, you are not to interfere. By the way, Orpheus how is your pretty dreamer? Did you contact her yet?" Orpheus shifted on the window sill avoiding Jareth gaze.
"Not yet, she is almost of age, in two months I will approach her." He dropped his gaze and squirmed "but I might need some help" he muttered quickly. Jareth raised an eyebrow.
"Did my senses betrays me, does the mighty Sandman need help to seduce a mere girl?" he teased
"She is more than that! Her dreams are so pure, so beautiful, her mind can produce such wonders…, and she is pretty, gorgeous, with her green eyes sparkling fire and her ivory skin! she has that grace, that free spirit longing to escape always further…" Orpheus stopped blushing, once again, he forgot himself but he just can't restrain himself while talking about his Sarah.
The goblin king smiled to his brother's antics, it was so long since he last saw him so passionate for something else than the dreams he wove, just for that Sarah deserved both his gratitude and his respect.
"Fine I'll help you, first thing, you have to contact her you can't just appear on her birthday and whisk her away she is likely to kill you if you try that."
"What! But how? I'm not allowed to appear to her until she's of age"
"In her dreams then, aren't you the great dream weaver?"
Orpheus sighted "I tried, so many time, but the spell blur myself to her, rending her incapable to remember me clearly."
Jareth looked at him with sadness if only the girl could see how much he loves her, how passionate he is for her she would give him a fair chance. He was sure if she saw him talk two minutes ago she would have… of course!
"Orpheus! I have the solution."
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It was night now and Sarah was in bed eager to sleep, jenny tried to convince her to invite the goblin king to prom all afternoon and she wanted nothing more than sleep and forgets this discussion ever happened. Finally she drifted into sleep. Outside a barn owl was looking through the window, when he was sure she was asleep he shifted to his fae form. A handful of sand appeared in his hand encasing a dream he wove just for her, carefully he blew on the sand which floated to Sarah through the windows in a ribbon of gold. Once above her head the ribbon of sand rained on her closed eyelids, when the last grain fell Sarah smiled in her sleep. "Soon my love."