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well done lol However *gasp* for me this is graphic (even if I read worse)
and you must tell me what you think. If you don't like, I'll give up. Oh
and the chapters are so short because of my complete stupidity ;)
Disclaimer: I live with the fact that they're not mine. Now you know why I'm in therapy.
Visions of Beauty
'Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.' In some far reach of his mind he wondered if he had really said those words to her. Stupid, he thought. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known that she would never respond to them as he wished she would. She didn't feel for him. She didn't even care.
"Fool." He muttered. Hours ago he had flown to the roof of his castle, returning to human form and resting at the highest point. Looking out over the Labyrinth, it would have taken his breath away had he not seen it every day for over three thousand years. Dim lights flickered in each window in the Goblin City. The breeze rustled through the trees, performing a dance done many times before. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself and folded his arms across his chest.
Before he had come to look over his land, Jareth had been sleeping. And dreaming of her. Surprisingly it was not at all unlike one that he had sent upon her some time ago. Around him masked figures were dancing and laughing, finding joy in the touch of loved ones or revelling in the happiness of others. Suddenly a lone figure caught his eye and he turned to look directly at her. Ringlets framed her face and her smiling eyes sparkled. He looked over her form; her pale blue dress swayed as she began to walk towards him, her gloved hands lingered behind her back. He looked up at her only to find her standing in front of him, smiling. He bowed and took her hand, leading her into a dance. He pulled her close to him and they swayed to the music. Even through the heavy layers of her gown he could feel the heat of her body. The crowds parted for them as they danced, eyes closed and concentrating on the music. He sang along quietly, so only she could hear: "And when the vivid reality comes to take you away, my love, you will live forever in my heart." He leant forward and kissed her.
A sob escaped him and he buried his head in his hands. Many years ago he vowed he would never cry over a woman. He was stronger than that. But the mere thought of her reduced him to tears. He looked up and conjured a crystal, willing it to show her to him. As the picture formed inside the orb, a tiny smile came to his lips. She was asleep. The covers had been kicked around her feet and left her upper body uncovered. He almost laughed at her attire. The face of a large pink pig looked back at him and he shook his head, instead focussing on her face. Her eyes closed, he could see her lids fluttering. Her lips opened and she began to breathe more deeply. She turned in her sleep, moaning, and the light from her window fell upon her. Jareth could see that she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Briefly he wondered if she was ill and frowned. Those thoughts were soon banished when, quietly, she called his name and sighed.
The King's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. Sarah had called his name in her sleep. He continued to watch her and was amazed and very shocked to hear her say his name more loudly. Then she moaned. A shiver coursed through his body and situated itself in his groin. He closed his eyes and hummed slightly. This night was not turning out how he had thought it would. Instead of moping around on the roof of his castle, he was instead spying on the woman he loved. He frowned, wondering if what he was doing was an invasion of privacy. Of course it was, yet he couldn't stop. He heard her whimper and looked back into the crystal. Her head was pressed hard back against her pillows. Her breath came in a pant. Suddenly her hand snaked beneath her quilt and she gasped, her back arching. She whimpered his name and he groaned, his arousal building from these visions. He hoped more than anything that his crystals weren't playing tricks on him.
He almost jumped when she sat up quickly in her bed, startled. She looked around her room and instantly a look of sheer disappointment fell over her. Then she hung her head, letting her tears flow.
"Why can't it be real?" She cried. "Why can't he be here?" Falling back against the pillows, she buried her face into them, sobbing. Jareth's heart broke. Through her tears her heard her whisper something he never thought he'd hear.
"I love you, Jareth."
Immediately he stood. Adrenaline ran through his veins and he could do nothing to stop the smile from appearing on his lips.
"I love you too, Sarah." He whispered, wishing for nothing more than the wind to carry his words all the way to her heart. He dropped the crystal and watched it pop when it hit the brick roof. He now knew what he had to do.
Disclaimer: I live with the fact that they're not mine. Now you know why I'm in therapy.
Visions of Beauty
'Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.' In some far reach of his mind he wondered if he had really said those words to her. Stupid, he thought. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known that she would never respond to them as he wished she would. She didn't feel for him. She didn't even care.
"Fool." He muttered. Hours ago he had flown to the roof of his castle, returning to human form and resting at the highest point. Looking out over the Labyrinth, it would have taken his breath away had he not seen it every day for over three thousand years. Dim lights flickered in each window in the Goblin City. The breeze rustled through the trees, performing a dance done many times before. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself and folded his arms across his chest.
Before he had come to look over his land, Jareth had been sleeping. And dreaming of her. Surprisingly it was not at all unlike one that he had sent upon her some time ago. Around him masked figures were dancing and laughing, finding joy in the touch of loved ones or revelling in the happiness of others. Suddenly a lone figure caught his eye and he turned to look directly at her. Ringlets framed her face and her smiling eyes sparkled. He looked over her form; her pale blue dress swayed as she began to walk towards him, her gloved hands lingered behind her back. He looked up at her only to find her standing in front of him, smiling. He bowed and took her hand, leading her into a dance. He pulled her close to him and they swayed to the music. Even through the heavy layers of her gown he could feel the heat of her body. The crowds parted for them as they danced, eyes closed and concentrating on the music. He sang along quietly, so only she could hear: "And when the vivid reality comes to take you away, my love, you will live forever in my heart." He leant forward and kissed her.
A sob escaped him and he buried his head in his hands. Many years ago he vowed he would never cry over a woman. He was stronger than that. But the mere thought of her reduced him to tears. He looked up and conjured a crystal, willing it to show her to him. As the picture formed inside the orb, a tiny smile came to his lips. She was asleep. The covers had been kicked around her feet and left her upper body uncovered. He almost laughed at her attire. The face of a large pink pig looked back at him and he shook his head, instead focussing on her face. Her eyes closed, he could see her lids fluttering. Her lips opened and she began to breathe more deeply. She turned in her sleep, moaning, and the light from her window fell upon her. Jareth could see that she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Briefly he wondered if she was ill and frowned. Those thoughts were soon banished when, quietly, she called his name and sighed.
The King's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. Sarah had called his name in her sleep. He continued to watch her and was amazed and very shocked to hear her say his name more loudly. Then she moaned. A shiver coursed through his body and situated itself in his groin. He closed his eyes and hummed slightly. This night was not turning out how he had thought it would. Instead of moping around on the roof of his castle, he was instead spying on the woman he loved. He frowned, wondering if what he was doing was an invasion of privacy. Of course it was, yet he couldn't stop. He heard her whimper and looked back into the crystal. Her head was pressed hard back against her pillows. Her breath came in a pant. Suddenly her hand snaked beneath her quilt and she gasped, her back arching. She whimpered his name and he groaned, his arousal building from these visions. He hoped more than anything that his crystals weren't playing tricks on him.
He almost jumped when she sat up quickly in her bed, startled. She looked around her room and instantly a look of sheer disappointment fell over her. Then she hung her head, letting her tears flow.
"Why can't it be real?" She cried. "Why can't he be here?" Falling back against the pillows, she buried her face into them, sobbing. Jareth's heart broke. Through her tears her heard her whisper something he never thought he'd hear.
"I love you, Jareth."
Immediately he stood. Adrenaline ran through his veins and he could do nothing to stop the smile from appearing on his lips.
"I love you too, Sarah." He whispered, wishing for nothing more than the wind to carry his words all the way to her heart. He dropped the crystal and watched it pop when it hit the brick roof. He now knew what he had to do.