A/N – A small drabble, an attempt to kick-start my J/S muse.

Disclaimer – I don't own anything Labyrinth. Don't sue.


Phantasm


She dreams she sees him again, years later, in the city.

It is winter, and he is clad in black and grey and silver, cashmere and silk; his stark, pale beauty perfectly offset by the extravagant decadence. Haughty and imperious, he stalks through the thronging crowds, so completely otherworldly she wonders that no one else notices him.

In her dream, he turns his head and pins her with those predatory, mismatched eyes, holding her frozen in place –

Sarah, the wind whispers, raising the hair on the back of her neck, sweet Sarah…

And then the crowd comes between them, sweeping him from view.

She wakes, her heart beating frantically, filled with fear and a strange, bitter yearning.