Disclaimer: Labyrinth isn't mine. But a gal can dream…
She approached with some trepidation.
"How long has been like this?"
"Since awhile ago, Lady." Sarah forgot that goblins couldn't tell time.
"Don't be afraid," she heard him whisper, crawling towards his 'beloved', which turned out to be a rather traumatised looking chicken "it's only me. The man in the moon. I was very lonely until I met you."
The spectacle before her would have been amusing if it wasn't so bizarre witnessing the Goblin King crawl across his throne room. Apparently the goblins had a sense of self preservation, since not one of them so much as made a sound or cracked a smile.
"Whatever possessed him to drink goblin ale?"
"King said something about a tues day. But we's don't know what that is, so we bring Lady here to make King feel better." Their little faces gazed hopefully at her and Sarah released a sigh. She wondered for the billionth time what she might have been doing with her free time right now if she hadn't wished her little brother away to a self-absorbed magical king all those years ago.
"Jareth…?" He didn't seem to register her voice, as he had now captured the wayward chicken and was currently stroking its feathers tenderly.
"If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool…" he whispered secretly to his companion. Losing patience, Sarah clapped her hands together in one loud bang in front of Jareth's face. His head snapped up and looked directly at her.
"Hi, Jareth… Whatcha doing there? With that… chicken?"
He hoisted himself up from the floor unsteadily, taking a few moments to correct his balance, before addressing her with all the dignity he could muster. "Sarah. It is my esteemed *hiccup* honour to present to you my Goblin Queen… Rosalinda." The chicken was held out towards her as though he fully expected her to taking its little claw in greeting. However, his pitiful attempt at making her jealous at least clued her in on what had led to this bout of self-destructive drinking.
"I didn't stand you up, Jareth. Our date was set for THURS-day. Not Tuesday."
Even in his inebriated state, she could see in his eyes the dawning realisation of what a colossal fool he'd made of himself and was now, in his clever Goblin King way, trying to think of his surest means of back-peddling. He was the master at such things.
"I only loved you till Tuesday… but I could stretch it till Thursday," was the huffy reply.
Rosalinda squawked indignantly.
AN: Just goes to show what madness you can come up with in half an hour at 1am...
Also, I blame the chicken video posted on BreathofNocte's profile for affecting my subconscious ;)
Rosalinda (4 time chicken toss champion of the Labyrinth) is property of Lixxle.