Whoo my first fanfic on this account whoo. It's written in Jareth's POV, and it's really fucking short, and it's inspired by the way Jareth's face looks when the dancers/goblins/psuedo goblins? are all freaking Sarah out as she runs off, and Jareth sorta goes forward, but then holds back. I'm a shipper, shut up.
Oh, sorry if it sucks.
Title: I would beg.
Summary: Love me, do as I say, and i'll still be your slave.
Rating: G, unless dancing freaks you out lolol.
Words: 200 even, fuck yes.
Sarah you look stunning, as I knew you would. The white dress contrasting with your dark hair, and I envy the king you fell in love with in your dreams. Because I know you wouldn't have me. You look around, those torturous green orbs seeking me. You find me several times, and just to see that wondering look on your face, I let the crowd swallow me and hide me. I let myself be found after a few more times, and you drift toward me, our hands entwined. I stare into your eyes, feigning indifference and smug pride as you stare up at me, eyes shining and awed. We dance for a while and it feels as if we've been twirling and staring forever. And you don't pay the slightest attention to the crowd around us, some envying your place in my hands. But then you stiffen, eyes breaking from mine, and my heart sinks. And then you jerk away from me, my whole world bends, twisting the breath from me. But I force myself to stay back, remembering my rightful frightening, frustrating place in your world.
Oh, I would beg if I weren't so proud.