CHAPTER 8: SEE THESE EYES SO GREEN.
N/A: Thank you, notwritten for your reviews.
Disclaimer: Labyrinth is not mine. I receive nothing in return, except the pleasure to dream, wile I write. Is that a problem? Ok. Now, the song "Cat people (putting out fire)" is of David Bowie, the album "Let's dance." Conrad, Erwin, Alin and Gontran are mine. Soon you will know little more envelope them.
Sarah could be lost by always in that two-color glance. She could not explain all the sensations that it caused her, but…, certainly, she could not against it. Something said her that the other time had been easier; because she had a reason by which to fight; because she had to save her brother and to win. Tonight, it wasn't that one night. Tonight, she had lost. And for moments, it seemed not to matter… How much power had he over her? How long would he torture her and play with her? How heartless and cruel could he be?
Jareth observed her pleased and with a mysterious depth. If he would could he kiss her right there, but, he didn't have to show his weakness, although, he smiled for himself; at this point, who did not know it? With that thought he drew her more next to him, stretched his hug. She only showed something of surprise, but, she didn't say anything. Soon, music finished and all applauded to the king and his companion. In the following dance, the rest of the pairs were united to them in the floor.
When finishing the first melody they paused, but, they stayed quiet without removing the eyes from above of the other. That one pair seemed not to notice the applause. Seconds later, they heard the second piece and noticed to the rest of the pairs. Then, Sarah made the attempt back down, but, he attracted more towards himself, and he guided her again with masters. He descended head over her, singing her to the ear.
"See these eyes so green,
I can stare for a thousand years,
Colder than the moon.
It's been so long.
And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline."
The hug became straiter; the movements seemed the one of a single person, coordinated, harmonious. She just closed the eyes feeling his heat, his essence. And the memories arose with naturalness. Her first trip; outside the labyrinth; on the hill; he speaking to her backs to few centimeters; in the tunnel of the false alarms, he cornering her in a wall.
"See these eyes so red
Red like the jungle burning bright.
Those who feels me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds.
It's been so long."
In the Escher Room, he happens to her side, crossing her as if he was a ghost… In the end…, he also had been close, as much as the last time… But, she could not remember if there she were lost or if… also to that one time he had kissed her… At heart she was sure that he doesn't; something thus she would remember it surely.
"Still this pulsing night.
A plague I call heartbeat
Just be still with me.
You wouldn't believe reason what I've been thru.
It's been so long.
And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline.
Putting out the fire with gasoline."
Jareth threw the head backwards to see her. She still maintained the eyes closed. She seemed to be controlling the uncontrollable thing; different feelings that were not decided to define if it were hatred or love, weeping or laughter. He returned to leave his head next to the one of her.
"See these tears so blue.
An ageless heart that can never mend.
These tears can never dry.
A judgment made can never bend."
Slowly his lips grazed when passed her ear, and ended up descending slowly, to settle slightly in her cheek, like the wings of a butterfly. She was on the aware and their glances met to millimeters of distance.
"Sight these eyes so green.
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me.
You wouldn't believe what I've been thru."
Their breaths caressed the skin of the other, intoxicate them, but, prohibiting them to drink more.
"You've been so long.
Well it's been so long.
And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline.
Putting out the fire with gasoline."
He sank his face in her hair and she hid in his chest. Why did he this to her! Why he made feel as if she was an evildoer! She wasn't it, he it's! Nevertheless, she followed there in his arms, hidden on his white shirt. And she found the perfect excuse; then, if she tried to flee, he would hold her again. He isn't? Yes. That was the reason. That had sense. She just… had to find the force to separate and then…, she would invent any thing to him. It's not that she did always it, only… Oh, what mattered! She would do both she reunite the value and she could think about something sensible! If she could do it between his arms…
"Sarah…" Jareth whispered, after several dances, he forced her to elevate her chin with a finger. "We're going to take a little air. It seems to you?" she sighed alleviated. Yes, any thing with so leaving his hug.
"Yes. It needs to me." said something nervous. He only smiled tenderly.
"That I thought." He took her arm on his and they laid way. In that, they crossed Conrad and a girl dancing; this one smiled to his cousin with prank, which only lifted his eyes to the ceiling. That boy was able to remove from the squares most patient, but, he made himself appreciate! Goblin King paused in front of a white door with gold details. He opened it and let her pass first, closing behind himself.
Sarah could not believe the wonderful view that she had thence. Beyond Goblin City plateaus extended and more far the beautiful ocean. The sky completely was cleared and was of a blue color night. The first stars already shone and the rest began to arise. The balcony, completely white and golden, was adorned with a climber with white flowers. She could not control her emotion and hold the railing and aspiring the scent of the sea that was attracted by the smooth breeze.
Jareth came near in silence next to her and crossed his arms on the railing. No said nothing by numerous seconds, become absorbed in thought and united by the beauty of the landscape.
"It's pretty, isn't?" he now questioned supported on one of his elbows, no longer seeing towards the horizon.
"Yes, it's." she said no watching him. She still was amazed reason why it had happened during the dance. And she looked for conversation thinking that would be the best thing so that he didn't return to enchant her with his glance, with his voice in her ear, his essence and his heat. "I… don't remember to have seen nothing of this" she commented.
"Of course that no. This is across. Of this one side there is no entrance to the city; it is the North part."
"Ah." she had a pause. She knew that he had his eyes nailed in her. Perhaps he could not simply watch the sky or beyond the sea? And, then, a hand settled in her waist with familiarity and he shortened the distance without moving her of her site.
"There's much of the Underground that you yet don't know, Sarah." his voice was promising. "My kingdom is not as small as it seems. You will already see it by yourself when we cross it."
"We… cross it?" she asked been strange not even seeing him. She avoided it. If his face were only to centimeters of her! And she already was beginning to think that the one to take air wasn't a good idea. And not even it was cold as to put that excuse! Well, yes! And, what! Sometimes it was necessary!
"Sure! Except the battles, I'll take to you with me to where I go." Sarah thought about so cute that sounded those words. Not even her parents sometimes had done that. Her true mother always was occupied with herself and her functions; his father, always finished very tired between the work and the functions of Linda. And now, with his stepmother, they left and she always was babysitter, and when they invited her, she preferred to remain single… So concentrated she was in these thoughts, that didn't notice when he forced her to turn to face him; still with his arm surrounding her waist and now eliminating the separation. When she observed to him scared and with the heart in a crazy race, he cleared a tuft of dark hair that the wind put on her face. Blushed, Sarah descended her glance; Jareth smiled and with his finger in her chin he urged her to see him. "Sarah…,"
"Oh, no! Please, don't say my name again; not of that way!" she thought.
"I never could say you how beautiful you are… You are beautiful, dear mine…" his lips paused about five centimeters against her. "My precious thing…" he purred yet almost on those of her, that was sufficient like so that to the girl the knees became loose.
"I cannot be so weak" she protested inside, but, her protests were silenced with tender and gentile kisses on her face. She simply was paralyzed…; not exactly tense, in fact, she felt like a gelatin, but, she was incapable of action some. And when he appropriated her lips finely, the young girl thought that it was her end. A heart could not beat so hard nor so fast; wasn't it possible!
"I want you with me, Sarah…" he now pronounced with his hands to each side of her face "tonight, and all that follow."
"I…" she scarcely could breathe. "I cannot."
"Why you don't?"
"Because…" "Think, think something fast!" she commanded to herself. She observed him with challenge, as if there were found those last words. "I can't because I hate you." Jareth straightened stupefied; sincerely, he didn't think that she would say something similar, but, it didn't surprise him either. it liked her of less simple way; he remembered to himself. Then, he smiled with prank and he returned to incline over her, attracting her of the waist to stick her to his body.
"Really?" he murmured on her mouth. "Then, little thing, I'll give you more reasons so that you hate me" he was towards her ear. "Hatred ignites your glance of a way that… takes me to the limit of the provocation. You know… It's so tempting as the body of a little young girl." he repeated the words of his cousin deliberately and she enlarged her eyes alarmed.
"How I leave this tangle now? What I answer to him? Oh, no! Again his lips are in my neck… What was that? He bit me? He bit me!" she gave a small jump when she feeling his teeth in his shoulder and again in her lips. "No, no. That one no longer is his lips. How dared he to…" Sluggishly the tongue drew up a way from the neck to her ear, which also he bit playfully. She opened the mouth to take air and to protest, but, before she could gesture some word, he invaded her with his, this time slowly and with desire. Sarah didn't know in what moment she corresponded to him; her body betrayed to her mind. She was so weak! How wasn't she going to lose before him! Her arms were entangled in his neck.
Jareth had not considered arriving so far; he had thought to intimidate her little and nothing else, but, in some point the situation went to him of the hands… to both. It would be easier if she didn't respond to him. But, heaven; she was doing it and that divided a ray to him if he were going to stop that blessing! Between his arms he could feel her shaking uncertain and enthusiastic. She was so innocent, so sweet and intoxicating…
Suddenly, to several paces after them, a uncomfortable hoarse was heard. "His… His Majesty…" the pair was tautening immediately. Both had forgotten to the rest of the world. Jareth recomposed immediately and turned protecting to Sarah of the other people's view. "Yes, uncle?" his voice was accidental.
"It's already hour of which you close the dance, son." This time his voice sounded happy. By the sight, to his nephew it wasn't going so bad.
"I agreed. Soon I'll be there." He sounded cold like the king who he was.
"It's all right. With his permission, His Highness." Erwin was excused with one pleased smile and he left them alone closing the door behind himself again.
Jareth exhaled a sigh. The bad thing of being a sovereign was the time that their subjects demanded to him; he thought turning towards her. Stupid protocol and stupid rules! It wouldn't be of most beneficial remaining the rest at night with his Sarah? She seemed not to know what to say or what to do, uncomfortable she watched towards the floor, or any point that not was the man in front of her.
"Are you ready?" he questioned with smoothness. She still didn't dare to see him. " I'm so sorry, Sarah. But, we must go. Later, we can continue with…"
"I…" She tried to recover her breath. "I'm sorry, but…, I am exhausted. I believe that the conversation will have to be another day" she said. "Another thrust" he thought.
"As you like, my beloved." He extended his arm to guide her inside the Ballroom.
That last dance was totally methodical. Equally harmonious, tedious, but, they seemed two wills fighting once again.
"Attention, His Majesty, Jareth, King of the Goblins and Lady Sarah retires!" the spokesman announced when these, still taken from the arm went to the inner doors. Goblin King's face was inexpressive; the one of the girl stayed stubbornly arrogant and challenging as usual.
"She is perfect." Alin think between her relatives. "Don't you believe it?"
"Yes, she's." her father sighed. "But, the challenge just begins." the other three saw him without understanding his words.
"What are you speaking? He won." his son commented.
"Surely he did. He won and for that reason she's here. But, that has only been a small… battle in a terrible war, Conrad, son mine." and he smiled to his two sprouts, since, perhaps by the comparison, the glance of his son-in-law, Gontran, it indicated to him that already he had understood. "You're still very young to understand." he laughed quietly. "The moment will already arrive to you, Conrad." he observed Gontran grinning. "You have been very lucky." And the man corresponded to him with a smile.
"Yes, Sir!" he attracted his wife towards himself with a powerful arm in his waist. Alin she giggle.
"What do you both are speaking?"
"Nothing, honey." his husband kissed her on the cheek.
