His boots made a 'click' noise as he walked on the hard stone floor. 'Click, clack, click-click, clack.' The noise began to give him a headache. He stopped.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah." His voice echoed through the empty throne room. If Jareth didn't know better, he would have thought himself disappointed. Disappointed in a young mortal girl. He smirked at just thinking about it.
His thoughts became more serious as he looked out the window onto the Labyrinth. Filled with it's own demons; though it was a minotaur all in itself.
When had she become the person she is? When had she began to let others, well one other, see her cry? How long had it been happening?
This time he didn't know. This time he didn't have the answers, and he hated to admit this. Even if it was only to himself. Truthfully, he didn't even know why he was still concerning himself with 'her'.
He could see her recognize the change. It had been four mortal years ago that the changes began. Change and evolution were a part of life, but the labyrinth or it's inhabitants had never seen any changes like these. And Sarah was just now beginning to notice. It almost upset him.
Jareth had been waiting for her to see them. Surely when Hoggle had grown four inches over night she would see, but no. Not even then.
Jareth, who ruled over many, and didn't particularly care to keep an eye on Hoggle had seen the difference.
Hoggle was taller, thinner; his skin was less repulsive. His hands weren't as knotty, his nose not as large. And he was still changing. Everything was. And she was just now beginning to notice? It didn't matter why this upset him, it was enough that it did.
Hoggle was supposed to be her confidant, a friend. Some friend. Remembering lines he had spoken long ago, he smiled to himself, in a sinister, dark sort of way.
'What? Bosom companions, friends?' He had said dangerously
In the end, had he won? Had anybody won?
