Disclaimer: I wish a bitch would give me rights to this.. but sadly it isn't so. It all belongs to Jim Henson and Co. all song credit goes to the Goblin King himself, David Bowie.
Marc could hear the distant rumblings in the ballroom, signaling the crowds presence. He was patiently pacing outside Sarah's temporary chambers, hoping she'd soon come out. There was a small part of him that wondered if she wanted to come out at all, since she really didn't have a choice in the matter. But to tell the truth, neither did he. His mother pressured the ball unto them both, to announce their engagement that didn't even exist. yet, His inner self added, giving him a little relief. The door opened and out stepped Sarah, dressed in what he would describe as a dream. The Midnight blue dress complimented her pale skin nicely. It some kind of fabric Sarah didn't even bother to identify, but it flowed against her skin softly. Her hair was curled in such a way that Sarah had no doubt it was the result of Renay's magical hand. She was a vision she had to admit, but that didn't settle the chaos her mind was in at the moment. She was both excited and petrified for the ball tonight, some of it due to the fact of the last ballroom she went to involved a drugged peach, the other due to the dark promises of a certain Goblin King. Marc slipped her arm through his and they walked towards the noise. The doors were swiftly opened, and the distant murmurs and laughter hit Sarah abruptly. She felt a little dizzy just from the overwhelming number of people. They all swayed in time to the mesmerizing music. A distant voice announced their presence, and masses turned toward them at their entrance, examining the Lost Prince and Champion of the Labyrinth. Some looks were full of admiration, others of envy and distaste of the mortal being on the arm of a fae. Sarah's cheeks flushed from embarrassment and her grip on Marc's arm tightened slightly. Get it together Williams! You didn't fight through the Labyrinth just to get put down by some stuck up pricks. It was the new found confidence that lifted her chin as she and Marc disappeared into the crowd.
Multiple people came up to congratulate the girl on discovering the kingdom's beloved Lost Prince, which only rattled Sarah's already unstable nerves. Throughout the various people she met within the first hour of being there, she noticed a change in Marc. He seemed cold and distant from her. Especially when a dark skinned woman came up on the arm of what looked like an elf. She smiled sweetly at Marc, and gave Sarah an once over. "Very pretty, for a mortal. I must say Marcus, you do far better off than the last little girl you lost your head over." Her smile seemed forced, and Sarah set her jaw in place. Who the hell is she? Marc seemed unaffected by the snub as he bowed with a simple: "Mother."
"Sarah, may I present the Mountain Queen, Theodosia and the Elf King, Killian." Marc introduced. As if rehearsed, Sarah dropped down into a curtsy. "Your Majesties." She started, revealing no emotion.
"Ah, a beautiful one indeed, Theodosia. The Gods have blessed you, my dear Champion." Killian gently grasped her hand and planted a kiss upon it. Sarah cringed inwardly. Something about the two standing before her she didn't really trust. Theodosia's eye glowered, examining the human before her. "You two make a wonderful match. The mountain Kingdom would be proud to have such a couple as their royals." Sarah's mask of indifference faltered. She couldn't mean that could she? The room suddenly started to spin, and it was not from the alcohol. She needed to get away, go somewhere and think. She couldn't focus when Marc and his wild mother are staring at her. Marc turned towards her questioningly, but his face seemed to fade away with the rest of the world. Everything's dancing.
A glimpse of wild blonde hair. A haunting shape in a room full of dancing shadows. She tried in vain to get to him.. but he seemed unreachable. Too far gone to even strive for. She took another turn and came face to face with a dark mask that seemed to be laughing. Was it laughing at her? She took another turn into a voluptuous woman who gasped loudly and laughed, taking her by surprise. Who was she searching for? Another flash of blonde and she knew. She knew he would continue this game as long as she'd let him, but frankly Sarah was tired of games. She swiftly turned back around and walked towards a white feather sofa. She sat down upon it and waited patiently. A petite girl cautiously walked up to Sarah. "Excuse me, Miss, But he's waiting for you." Confused, she looked up into the girl's brown eyes, and fought the urge to tell her everything she experienced within the past few days. Strange. The girl held out her hand and Sarah took it, only to find they were gloved. Of course they were gloved, because it wasn't empathetic brown eyes that met hers, but hauntingly familiar blue and hazel.
"Do you like the ball I have thrown for you, Precious Thing?" He pulled her close and into a waltz, spinning her mind in the process. His gaze ran over her figure, and his smirk widened in approval. "I must say that this color suits you, it brings out your lovely eyes." Her cheeks went ablaze as his hand that was around her waist moved down her side and faintly traced the material on her dress. Sarah did all she could not to shiver. Jareth's eyes flashed.
"How did I get here?"she asked, trying to get her head in order. Damn Goblin King, I can't ever think straight when he's here. He turned her around and swayed with the masses in the crowd, until Sarah was sure it was only them dancing, as everything faded into the void. "Look Sarah," he gently commanded, lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. "The world is falling." She felt a sharp intake of breath at those haunting words. A song she swore she'd never forget, with a man she wished she could. No matter what he was always there, she just didn't want to believe it. He would be there for her always. Even as the world falls down. They danced forever it seemed, both content to stay in the slow pace they were entranced in. That was what terrified her the most, she knew. She reluctantly let go of Jareth and tried to take a step away but his grip on her waist turned deadly as he pulled her closer than before. "No, Sarah mine. You won't leave me this time." While not the best choice of words, she could hear the heartbreak in his voice, and as she gazed back into his eyes she saw a look of anguish. She let out a sigh as she let herself relax into him, taking in the scent of spice and summer rain.
"I have questions, Jareth." She whispered, but he heard it as if it was shouted across the entire realm. His name crossed her sweet lips, and he'd be damned if he was ever to forget such a sound as long as he lived.
"I have questions as well, Sarah."she couldn't help but smile at the sound of her name in his crisp dialect. She always secretly loved the way he said her name, in such a sing song tone it seemed like a caress upon his lips. He gently released her from his iron grip and smiled as she took a hold of his hand without hesitation. "Shall we then?" He asked and she nodded, and they walked towards the balcony as the world fell back into place.
Wow. Okay, I'm Really sorry for the late update. I really can't come up with an excuse other than shit happens, and my muse died for a while. But I'm happy to say my muse is back and so am I! I promise it won't happen again, or at least without an explanation. But this is so far my favorite chapter. What do you think? too mushy? Is Theodosia a bitch as much as Killian's a scumbag? I'm really excited to where this story is going my bosom companions, please review!