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Author's Note: Just a reflection from inside Jareth's head after he'd been defeated. It sounds simplistic but then I wanted to bring out his own immaturity and logic and selfishness. Have I succeeded? ------------------------------------------------
I suppose I always knew she would say no. After all she's merely a mortal. A pity that she was so young; she clearly didn't understand. Or am I too old? Oh bloody hell, now is not the time for an existential epiphany!
Where was I?
Ah yes... Sarah Williams. An unusual child, all things considered. Perhaps I under-estimated her somewhat. I certainly over-estimated Hoggle's cowardice; the little rat might well pay for it if I could be bothered pulling him out from whatever stone he's hidden himself under. After everything I've done too! I've... well, I've put up with his inane trickery, at any rate, which is more than any King of any realm, Goblin or otherwise, should have to do.
I get so few visitors these days. The summonings are even less. The world seems determined to banish magic to storybooks and fairytales. Such a pity... they sooth themselves with false platitudes of how scientific the Universe is, and they don't know a damn thing about the intrinsic magic encapsulated within themselves.
Oh, but Sarah was a breath of fresh air. She understood magic at least. And silliness. And getting what one wants. She might have made such a perfect queen.
I didn't care for her brother either way. He was amusing; nothing more, nothing less. Had she wanted to keep him with us, I would have gladly allowed it. But no! She insisted that Toby was going to be turned into a Goblin. I ask you; how the hell would I have done such a thing? I'm powerful but even I can't alter an entire state of being. I may reorder time and I may disguise my humane form, but changing a mortal to an immortal is something entirely beyond my grasp.
And would she listen? No! Ran around like the spoilt little brat she was and never heard a word of advice I gave her.
'Piece of cake,' indeed! How dared she insult me so! I was certainly angry enough to set the Cleaners on her; though I will admit I kept a careful watch to ensure she wasn't harmed. Hoggle, I care less about... he could have gotten himself cut up with my blessings. Unless she begged for his life, in which case I'd reconsider.
Oh, this is getting ridiculous! I am the Goblin King!
I am not a lovesick youth!
I have an experience and mystique far beyond the ken of a child like Sarah and she is no more fit to rule beside me than her blasted brother is! A particularly fitting metaphor considering both have the mentality of a one year old!
No, I am not upset. I am merely... merely annoyed; that is all. I do not get upset.
Troy! My head servant, you know. Troy! Where the devil is he?
This will drive me mad. How dared she say 'no'? How could she? After I gave her a taste of what her dreams were too. Did she seriously think I enjoyed such a farce? Such a God-awful simpering romance in a bubble? I am a King, not a bloody pervert! And I watched over her, followed her carefully to make sure none harmed or insulted her- which she was just asking for in that get-up.
Foolish, foolish child... woman... girl... whatever the hell she is. Damn her and her green eyes. Damn her dark hair and her impish grace. One day... one day I'll get her back... one day I'll bring her to my side and she'll lift those green eyes in love and awe. One day...
Author's Note: Just a reflection from inside Jareth's head after he'd been defeated. It sounds simplistic but then I wanted to bring out his own immaturity and logic and selfishness. Have I succeeded? ------------------------------------------------
I suppose I always knew she would say no. After all she's merely a mortal. A pity that she was so young; she clearly didn't understand. Or am I too old? Oh bloody hell, now is not the time for an existential epiphany!
Where was I?
Ah yes... Sarah Williams. An unusual child, all things considered. Perhaps I under-estimated her somewhat. I certainly over-estimated Hoggle's cowardice; the little rat might well pay for it if I could be bothered pulling him out from whatever stone he's hidden himself under. After everything I've done too! I've... well, I've put up with his inane trickery, at any rate, which is more than any King of any realm, Goblin or otherwise, should have to do.
I get so few visitors these days. The summonings are even less. The world seems determined to banish magic to storybooks and fairytales. Such a pity... they sooth themselves with false platitudes of how scientific the Universe is, and they don't know a damn thing about the intrinsic magic encapsulated within themselves.
Oh, but Sarah was a breath of fresh air. She understood magic at least. And silliness. And getting what one wants. She might have made such a perfect queen.
I didn't care for her brother either way. He was amusing; nothing more, nothing less. Had she wanted to keep him with us, I would have gladly allowed it. But no! She insisted that Toby was going to be turned into a Goblin. I ask you; how the hell would I have done such a thing? I'm powerful but even I can't alter an entire state of being. I may reorder time and I may disguise my humane form, but changing a mortal to an immortal is something entirely beyond my grasp.
And would she listen? No! Ran around like the spoilt little brat she was and never heard a word of advice I gave her.
'Piece of cake,' indeed! How dared she insult me so! I was certainly angry enough to set the Cleaners on her; though I will admit I kept a careful watch to ensure she wasn't harmed. Hoggle, I care less about... he could have gotten himself cut up with my blessings. Unless she begged for his life, in which case I'd reconsider.
Oh, this is getting ridiculous! I am the Goblin King!
I am not a lovesick youth!
I have an experience and mystique far beyond the ken of a child like Sarah and she is no more fit to rule beside me than her blasted brother is! A particularly fitting metaphor considering both have the mentality of a one year old!
No, I am not upset. I am merely... merely annoyed; that is all. I do not get upset.
Troy! My head servant, you know. Troy! Where the devil is he?
This will drive me mad. How dared she say 'no'? How could she? After I gave her a taste of what her dreams were too. Did she seriously think I enjoyed such a farce? Such a God-awful simpering romance in a bubble? I am a King, not a bloody pervert! And I watched over her, followed her carefully to make sure none harmed or insulted her- which she was just asking for in that get-up.
Foolish, foolish child... woman... girl... whatever the hell she is. Damn her and her green eyes. Damn her dark hair and her impish grace. One day... one day I'll get her back... one day I'll bring her to my side and she'll lift those green eyes in love and awe. One day...