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He is standing aside his throne; one leg hoisted up to rest proudly on a stone arm. She's here; he can feel it; the air in the underground was shimmering as if announcing her magical presence to him, it was singing her name in a voice that spoke wondrous volumes but was innate and quite all the like.

Goblins were buzzing about, singing drunken ballads of vulgar carnal things and how they would indeed like some more ale. The goblin king is growing tired of , he makes quick work of Swinging the lifted foot down to the floor he snaps his fingers and sends himself warping through space and time to reach the precious girl.

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He arrives at a large dead end, and a surge of narrow victory shoots through his very core as he takes in the visage of his Sarah being carried through the labyrinth once again. This is her home, even more so than any of the residents here; She didn't look proper among the mundanes, too much fae magic remained in her system to even give her a small semblance of normalcy amongst humankind.

She's asleep, thankfully so; For if not he had no doubt she would manage to dispatch a few goblins just to rile him up. She looks so...womanly. So grown up, but indeed the same girl that ran the labyrinth all those years ago. He's broken out of thought by the wavering shrieks of a goblin variety, having finally noticed his presence the were greeting their king and in doing so, promptly dropping her to the ground.

What a pity, he had been working so hard to stifle the laughter writhing around in his throat, but now it came out in deviant chuckles, amused at both her being deposited so quickly and at the welcoming his goblins gave him.

Sarah gives a little shriek as she hits the floor and the goblin king is doubled over, clutching his stomach and racked with laughter.

"Sarah, Sarah, not the way I imagined your return to the humble underground; But I must say, very entertaining."

He rumbles, something akin to a devilish mirth darting around his startling blue eyes.

He can pinpoint the moment her heart drops into her stomach, and it's delicious, he could feed off of the fear if it t'were not for the subsequent denial. Such a bitter combination, the two, pity.

"This- this is a dream. I'm dreaming, yes" He hears her mumble this to herself and his grin almost cleaves his face in two. She's gazing about in wonder at the labyrinth around her, obviously adamant in looking at anything but him.

"It's so real" She murmurs, the goblins scatter back, presumably to the goblin city, their shrieks and roars echoing through the ever-changing stone walls as they go off to do Lillith-knows what.

"Sarah, my dear, I know you are in awe of my achievements, but it is quite rude to ignore your host" He watches in delight as her back goes rigid at his voice, she is no longer able to ignore.

"Something wrong, dear?" He feigns concern.

"Nothing at all, Goblin King" She spits his title off of her tongue as if it were poison.

"Now, Sarah, you came here of your volition, precious. There Is no need to say things in such a harsh way." He warns. She seems to think things over, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face she gazes at him accusingly.

"Oh? But if I said things nicely and I didn't mean it I would be just like you. And that's too easy." She huffs, the last traces of sleep disappearing from her tone.

Too easy? Interesting.

Jareth grins, a sort of grin Lucifer might've given right before he was cast from heaven. And then her hands were at her throat, clutching, dragging fingernails across her flesh, leaving trailing red snakes in their wake.

"I'd watch your words, Sarah." He begins circling her, rolling an apple into existence and coaxing into a hypnotic dance along his palm. As he closes the aching distance between them, the goblin king leans into her neck, planting a delicate kiss right on the life clock that beat just beneath her skin.

Her eyes were ravenous, hands still clutching at her throat with a shocking fervor.

He places his lips just before her ear and tauntingly whispers.

"Hungry?"

And of course she is, he knows this. He'd just transported every bit of food she's eaten straight out of her stomach and into the bog of stench; Alongside some sort of trickery or another to make her simply... voracious. It looked magnificently becoming on her, the sight of hunger.

Her fingers darted to the apple in his hands, clawing ferociously in attempt to grasp the ruby-red fruit, now glancing the skin of his wrist.

Sarah's mouth gaped in effort to make a sound, but, throat being metaphorically on fire, only a ragged gasp escaped.

Growing bored of his game, he tossed her the magicked fruit and waited in anticipation for what was to come.

She knew as soon as the crisp flesh of the fruit touched her tongue.

The apple, like the peach, was fae food; Something that could be manipulated to do bidding, spells, and what-not. Nonetheless, it was delicious and extinguished the flames dancing in her throat.

It tasted like candy or warm bread just brushed with butter, like the stir-fry Dante didn't like. It tasted like all the foods she enjoyed all at once and separate. This was not a dream.

Then her mood swung so violently some goblins knobby finger's clutched their fattened bellies in an unknown worry as if something in their worlds shifted so suddenly that it would not be the same for quite some time; And in all reality, it wouldn't.

The goblin king had tricked her. He had tricked her once again, with words and foolery. She wouldn't stand to be deceived again.

Standing suddenly, she gripped her fingers around his pale throat, and she kissed him, forcing juices from the apple into his lips. His lips. His lips were warm, moving alongside hers into a wicked grin; As if he anticipated the double cross coming all along. She squeaked as his arms snaked around her waist. Her hands began thrashing against his chest as she broke away from the kiss

"How many times are you going to ruin my life?!" She rasped, tears pricking her eyes, reminiscent of her wounded pride.

If she could believe his eyes were able to soften, they did.

"Oh, Sarah" He whispered, arms holding her in their iron grip, his warm lips smelling of goblin fruit lowered to her ear once more.

"At least a couple more times" the words tickled the tiny hairs inside her ears. Then, startling blue eyes began to dissipate. Along followed pale skin right beside wild blond hair.

Jareth was gone, and all that remain of their encounter was blotches of almost imperceptibly black glitter littering the bricked walls of the labyrinth, and an apple core right before Sarahs' feet.