Author: Anne-Marie
Rating: R--sexual content, violence, deaths, slash elements
Pairing: J/Other ultimately J/S
Feedback: Please! I have been working on this forever, in my goal to have it finished before I posted and then left another unfinished fic. Let me know all opinions, I can take them! peachybean@hotmail.com
Summary/History: (This is gonna end up being larger than some of my stories)This is unlike anything that has been posted by me. (I know I say that almost everytime I post. But it has been a while.) This is a very dark story, I have been writing it for over a year now. It has been nicknamed the 'uberfic' just because it is so huge and has so much in it (for me.) I was inspired by a production of 'The Duchess of Malfi' at the Shakespear Theater in D.C. Donald Carrier played Ferdinand and Kelly McGillis (of Top Gun fame) played the Duchess (his doomed sister.) Don't worry, you don't have to know the play to read this, my beta and everyone else who has seen any of this isn't familiar with it at all.
It certainly wouldn't hurt to know the play :) plus it is a really fun Jacobean play. Nice and grim, and based on a historical story.
It starts of with only Jareth and this character I have pulled from the play , Ferdinand. (Of the main characters) Quickly Ferdinand is show life Underground. Without spoiling the story, Sarah plays a very important part, but the first half of the story is building up to her existance.
It ended up far darker than I had ever imagined, the story was very strong willed about that. I am not one to usually embrace writing such a grim tale, esp of my own narration.
Disclaimer: All Labyrinth elements are not mine :) As much as I imagine about that. Ferdinand and all characters associated with him...are technically too old for copyright to matter, but I didn't invent them. That honor belongs to John Webster (the rat boy from Shakespeare in Love) Any other character I made up. :)
Give it a try! :)
Special Thanks to my Beta and much more! Kim :) *throws roses at the little monster*
Anne-MariePrologue
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Jareth looked on in fascination at the bloody scene. He had been amusing himself aboveground in the Italian courts. It never failed to prove some amusement, being a courtier, watching the princes of Europe twist their lives in efforts to be brighter and better than one another. As the other courtiers cleared away to get others to clean up the carnage A smug grin on his face as he applauded.
"Bravo!" He laughed aloud, rarely had he seen such a performance or such wonderfully deft actors. It was both wonderfully enjoyable to see such a blood bath and most upsetting to have it end. Never again could he see this brother be responsible for the death of his sister. Certainly the brother in question, a duke, was not entirely wrong in insisting his sister marry in her social realm. Her corpse was noticeably absent from this final act. She had died before, tricking her brother for a moment that she still clung to life as he lived to regret ordering her exit from the mortal life. Giving him hope and snatching it away a moment later, Jareth had rarely been so riveted. He was more than a little pleased he had chosen this family to watch. It had been at first because of the Duke and Duchess being twins.
Such a birth defect was unheard of in the Underground.
Jareth approached the corpses.
Antonio, a man he had found rather boring. He kicked the man so he could examine his body better. His boot connecting with the muscles relaxed and still warm from the life that had left only moments ago. Jareth snorted, his gaze angled from his height, he was tempted to spit, but that would be a waste of energy, really. Even in life this man had been as interesting as any other corpse.
"So uncreative, no style really, but as a far as stewards go, I suppose he served his purpose." He looked at the next body, opulently dressed in red velvet.
"You trapped yourself my friend, should have known better than to mix such politics while in such an office as you held; hopefully the next Cardinal will fare better than you." This man had also been rather stupid, family and such a career rarely blended well, it was one of the many reasons Jareth resisted the match making fathers. He could hardly be so desirable if he wasn't so powerful, and he could hardly be so powerful if he was burdened by family obligations. The form splayed in velvet was a perfect example.
Jareth stared down at the third corpse, "I had some hopes for you Bosola, you bore a conscience and devilry: a rare combination. ' Tis a pity you had to die as well, but that is how these things always end, isn't?" The man had been a rogue, catering to the rich in anyway he could, hoping to somehow become one of them. That hope however, hope of any sort sprung from an innate belief in the good and right of the world. "One can hardly expect to survive with such warring opposites contained in the same being." Jareth murmured in thought stepping away from the peasant.
"Ah, Ferdinand," Jareth looked down at the man's body that was curled in a fetal position, Jareth stooped so as to better investigate someone who has amused him greatly in his stay here. He was surprised to see he was still breathing, "Not so unlike your sister I see, but unlike her, perhaps you will live, no need to stay here any longer." Jareth waved his gloved hand over the body and the two of them disappeared.
Rating: R--sexual content, violence, deaths, slash elements
Pairing: J/Other ultimately J/S
Feedback: Please! I have been working on this forever, in my goal to have it finished before I posted and then left another unfinished fic. Let me know all opinions, I can take them! peachybean@hotmail.com
Summary/History: (This is gonna end up being larger than some of my stories)This is unlike anything that has been posted by me. (I know I say that almost everytime I post. But it has been a while.) This is a very dark story, I have been writing it for over a year now. It has been nicknamed the 'uberfic' just because it is so huge and has so much in it (for me.) I was inspired by a production of 'The Duchess of Malfi' at the Shakespear Theater in D.C. Donald Carrier played Ferdinand and Kelly McGillis (of Top Gun fame) played the Duchess (his doomed sister.) Don't worry, you don't have to know the play to read this, my beta and everyone else who has seen any of this isn't familiar with it at all.
It certainly wouldn't hurt to know the play :) plus it is a really fun Jacobean play. Nice and grim, and based on a historical story.
It starts of with only Jareth and this character I have pulled from the play , Ferdinand. (Of the main characters) Quickly Ferdinand is show life Underground. Without spoiling the story, Sarah plays a very important part, but the first half of the story is building up to her existance.
It ended up far darker than I had ever imagined, the story was very strong willed about that. I am not one to usually embrace writing such a grim tale, esp of my own narration.
Disclaimer: All Labyrinth elements are not mine :) As much as I imagine about that. Ferdinand and all characters associated with him...are technically too old for copyright to matter, but I didn't invent them. That honor belongs to John Webster (the rat boy from Shakespeare in Love) Any other character I made up. :)
Give it a try! :)
Special Thanks to my Beta and much more! Kim :) *throws roses at the little monster*
Anne-MariePrologue
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jareth looked on in fascination at the bloody scene. He had been amusing himself aboveground in the Italian courts. It never failed to prove some amusement, being a courtier, watching the princes of Europe twist their lives in efforts to be brighter and better than one another. As the other courtiers cleared away to get others to clean up the carnage A smug grin on his face as he applauded.
"Bravo!" He laughed aloud, rarely had he seen such a performance or such wonderfully deft actors. It was both wonderfully enjoyable to see such a blood bath and most upsetting to have it end. Never again could he see this brother be responsible for the death of his sister. Certainly the brother in question, a duke, was not entirely wrong in insisting his sister marry in her social realm. Her corpse was noticeably absent from this final act. She had died before, tricking her brother for a moment that she still clung to life as he lived to regret ordering her exit from the mortal life. Giving him hope and snatching it away a moment later, Jareth had rarely been so riveted. He was more than a little pleased he had chosen this family to watch. It had been at first because of the Duke and Duchess being twins.
Such a birth defect was unheard of in the Underground.
Jareth approached the corpses.
Antonio, a man he had found rather boring. He kicked the man so he could examine his body better. His boot connecting with the muscles relaxed and still warm from the life that had left only moments ago. Jareth snorted, his gaze angled from his height, he was tempted to spit, but that would be a waste of energy, really. Even in life this man had been as interesting as any other corpse.
"So uncreative, no style really, but as a far as stewards go, I suppose he served his purpose." He looked at the next body, opulently dressed in red velvet.
"You trapped yourself my friend, should have known better than to mix such politics while in such an office as you held; hopefully the next Cardinal will fare better than you." This man had also been rather stupid, family and such a career rarely blended well, it was one of the many reasons Jareth resisted the match making fathers. He could hardly be so desirable if he wasn't so powerful, and he could hardly be so powerful if he was burdened by family obligations. The form splayed in velvet was a perfect example.
Jareth stared down at the third corpse, "I had some hopes for you Bosola, you bore a conscience and devilry: a rare combination. ' Tis a pity you had to die as well, but that is how these things always end, isn't?" The man had been a rogue, catering to the rich in anyway he could, hoping to somehow become one of them. That hope however, hope of any sort sprung from an innate belief in the good and right of the world. "One can hardly expect to survive with such warring opposites contained in the same being." Jareth murmured in thought stepping away from the peasant.
"Ah, Ferdinand," Jareth looked down at the man's body that was curled in a fetal position, Jareth stooped so as to better investigate someone who has amused him greatly in his stay here. He was surprised to see he was still breathing, "Not so unlike your sister I see, but unlike her, perhaps you will live, no need to stay here any longer." Jareth waved his gloved hand over the body and the two of them disappeared.