disclaimer: i do not own labyrinth and bitterness.

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(where are you dear)

reflections in a crystal are not real things, are they?

:where do the wicked wander?:

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Lonesome owl, what say you?

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Jareth often flies over the Labyrinth. He surveys that which he must see, visit where he must conquer.

It is all very little worth to him now.

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Worlds and words are of little importance: she has gone away, and what has been said has said.

What is this world to him?

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The Underground grows silent and still the years following Jareth's defeat. Cold. Dark.

(defenestrate and keep it out.)

Underground time is not the same as Above.

She has grown. She is so beautiful and he thinks of what he will do to her when he brings her back, because he will.

He wonders if she thinks of him often as he thinks of her.

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Rain. The Labyrinth reflects Jareth's moods like mirrors.

Today he is gloomy. The sky is a dark purplish-blue-grey-silver, and rain pours down in thick metal sheets, glowing hypnotically and the the rivers run full.

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He watches her. He has watched her grow and he watches her everyday, waits for the opportunity to bring her to where she belongs: by his side in everything she does so she can bring the life back to this forsaken underground world where the sun does not reach.

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He fantasizes.

Using his crystals, he plays out scenes that will have his blood running hot and his desire at the surface ready to plunder. He wishes for her, and now he thinks it is time for her to grant him a wish.

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Lonesome lonesome, why do you fly away?

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On the days like Beltane when his magic is strong, he transforms and flies to her window. He visits her in dreams, and makes sure that she has a faint memory of them the next morning; a lingering odor without trace.

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The Labyrinth means little to him now.

He will by no means relinquish his power and his throne. They are necessary for survival.

He will not be destroyed.

He will not falter.

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He will not be weak against her, the second time around.

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The Labyrinth he now sees as a duty. Before he felt the love a ruler has for his land since the ruler has it, but there is no love for the Labyrinth itself, no affection towards the soil and the earth of it.

His goblins are more uncivilized by the day: requiring more violence and discipline.

Jareth will not lie: he resents his position as a king, and wishes he could wish himself away from the Labyrinth and into the real world. (He wishes she could make him real.)

At least he can fly.

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Jareth's flights across the Labyrinth are his escape, and he wishes he could fly Above to where she is, to see her, to bring her back.

He will not mind ruling beside her; it is her absence and her defiance that drain him, and more than anything he wishes that he could one day be what they both need.

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(where are you now?)

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- end.


So, my first Labyrinth fanfic... Faint hints of one-sided Jareth x Sarah if one turns ones head to the left and squints hard. What do you all think? Reviews and constructive criticism... please. :) And the formatting, since there always are issues: I'm sorry.