Magic
Sarah was more used to the feeling of magics swirling around her, -sending her moving between worlds- than she thought she ever really had a right to be. And the abyss behind her eyes was quickly becoming more like home to her than any other place she'd ever tried to claim as her own.
And so she was quiet for a time, just admiring the dark dream-scape while Jareth danced her though the endless space. They could have spent an eternity there, never tiring. Never feeling hunger or the need for rest. "I don't think I ever really asked you about this place."
"It's everything and it is nothing, pet."
"That's not a real answer and you know it." she replied as they twirled; her feet feeling the differences as they moved from grass to stone to soil and back all in the space of a moment.
"It is truth enough." he told her. "Any other definition would be far too telling. Far too much for you to understand as a mortal."
"Then make me something else." Sarah told him, feeling them come to rest on stone and settle into a close swaying. "Make me more and less than mortal. Make me into Make-believe."
Jareth spun her around then, to view where they had landed; the throne room. "Be careful what you wish for." came his soft whispering.
Note: So normally I've something to say here; but at the moment I don't. It's almost 6am, I'm sleepy, and I've got surgery at noon. I'm just going to update and get some rest since I, like a genius, decided it was a brilliant idea to stay up all night watching movies.
