Well I've been studying all night and I HAD to do something else. I've read enough about ribbed barrel vaulting, pointed arches, triforiums, naves, clerestory and gothic churches to last me a life time! I'll study again in the morning. The test isn't until Tues afternoon anyway. I had to write something or I was going to go out of my bloody mind!! So here it is!!!! Please leave a contribution in the little review box..... : D
Disclaimer: Want to know the only way to make me cry? Remind me that I don't own Jareth!! On second thought don't remind me!!!
A terrible misunderstanding....
The door to the room opened slowly, hesitantly. The one who dared to enter gave the presence of one who was wary and that was exactly what the Goblin King felt as he opened the large white door. Jareth opened the door to the room that he and Sarah were sharing and peered in, seeing Sarah lying on her stomach on the giant bed. Aiden being the gracious host that he was had given them the largest and most elegant room in his castle besides his own chambers. Sarah was lying on the large canopy bed, decorated with pale blue cloth on the gold metal poles and frame that supported the bed.
Jareth watched her for a moment. She appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps she really was tired and she needed some rest. But why had she pulled away from him when he tried to kiss her? Why had she seemed so distant?
His boots clicked softly on the marble floor as he walked slowly to the bed, his eyes not once leaving Sarah's stationary form. But as he neared he realized that she was not sleeping. One hand was curled under the pillow she lay on, the other was gently stroking the soft satin quilt beneath her. Her hair fell over her like liquid silk; soft and shiny. She was staring out the window at nothing in particular.
She felt his presence and she knew that eventually she would have to acknowledge him, yet she hurt so deeply that she did not want to look at him. He claimed he loved her yet he didn't seem to want to marry her.
"Sarah..." His voice was a pain filled whisper. She didn't shift on the bed, didn't turn her body to look up at him standing there at the foot of the bed. Only her eyes moved and they focused on him. He stood tall, every inch the insolent Goblin King in stance, yet his facial expression gave away his feelings. He looked pained and so lost. "Say something.." he begged softly.
She turned her head more into the soft pillow, tearing her eyes away from him. "There's nothing to talk about." She sounded bitter.
"Nothing to talk about?" He echoed, his voice sounding hurt and desperate. "Sarah there is so much to talk about I don't nearly know where to begin!"
She sat up quickly, her eyes full of anger, and he was confused at why she projected it at him. "Do you love me? Truly love me?"
Jareth blinked, praying that he was hearing things and that she had not just asked him that. Yet the way she was staring so intently at him, her eyes burning into his own, made him realize she had indeed asked. "How can you ask me that Sarah? How? You know that I love you more then anything!" He sounded hurt that she could even suggest to ask such a thing.
"I used to think that, but I'm not so sure anymore." There was such anger in her eyes. Anger and he didn't understand its source.
"You doubt me? Why? What has happened for you to doubt my love for you?" She looked away from him and he rushed at her, touching her face and forcing her to look at him. "Did I not just put myself on the line in that room in front of those nobles to tell them that I loved you? I am ready to sacrifice my kingdom, my title, any dignity I have left, everything for you!"
"You said similar words a long time ago Jareth. I remember them clearly. 'You asked that the child be taken, I took him, you cowered before me, I was frightening. I realtered time, I turned the world upside down and I did it all for you!' Does that sound familiar? How do I know that your sacrifices aren't as hollow as they were when they were spoken to me so long ago out of desperation to win!?"
Sudden anger flashed through Jareth's mismatched eyes. "My words were not hollow 10 years ago. I meant them with every fiber of my being and I mean what I say now! I came here to find out went wrong between us earlier, not to argue with you and try to explain to you how much you mean to me. I would have thought you knew what you meant to me!" He took a deep breath, stilling his anger and desperation poured into his eyes once again. 'By the ancients Sarah, I have never loved anyone like I love you." How could he make her understand?
"Not even Cyla?" She lifted her chin defiantly, challenging him.
"Wha- Cyla? What the hell does she have to do with any of this?"
Sarah turned her head from him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jareth sighed, his heart aching. He could feel it tightening in his chest. It was almost as if she didn't want him to love her. Almost as if she didn't want to believe it when he thought he had made it perfectly clear to her that he did love her. "Apparently nothing I say today is going to make you see the truth in my words. I don't know what brought this on, but let me give you something. Maybe then you will see how real my feelings are and you will stop being so doubtful." He twisted his hands and produced a crystal which he offered to her on the tips of leather encased fingers. She looked at it hesitantly and didn't take it or even make a motion to take it.
Jareth looked at her with a sad look in his eyes. He lifted the crystal up towards his face and suddenly it wasn't a crystal anymore, but a bubble. He blew some air at it and it descended to land on Sarah's hand. It popped and on one of Sarah's fingers appeared the most incredible ring she had ever seen. The band was gold with decorative carvings of mythical creatures; unicorns, dragons, fairies. And the stone didn't have a particular color. It changed every time you looked at it. Sarah gasped at the sight of it on her finger. She looked up at him quickly, begging him to tell her what this was for. To tell her that it was she hoped it was for.
"I want you to be my wife Sarah and my Queen. To rule by my side and serve me and love me as a Queen would until the end of time." His voice faltered, cracking. "But you think about it and get back to me with an answer. And while you are at it, decide whether or not you truly wish to stay here with me. There will be no place for doubt in court. I won't go to court to risk everything I am and I own for a mortal who may not truly love me...or may not believe that I love her...."
Sarah's mouth dropped open. She felt like such a complete idiot. The reason he had been hesitant with her in the conference room; he was trying to figure out a way to propose to her! He wasn't trying to push the idea away. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him an answer right now, but he was fading from the room.
"Jareth!" She cried out, leaping up off the bed and toward his fading form.
"Think about it Sarah. Really think about it..." his voice, filled with sorrow, echoed and faded. He disappeared from view in a cloud of sparkling glitter leaving a bewildered Sarah alone in the room.
Disclaimer: Want to know the only way to make me cry? Remind me that I don't own Jareth!! On second thought don't remind me!!!
A terrible misunderstanding....
The door to the room opened slowly, hesitantly. The one who dared to enter gave the presence of one who was wary and that was exactly what the Goblin King felt as he opened the large white door. Jareth opened the door to the room that he and Sarah were sharing and peered in, seeing Sarah lying on her stomach on the giant bed. Aiden being the gracious host that he was had given them the largest and most elegant room in his castle besides his own chambers. Sarah was lying on the large canopy bed, decorated with pale blue cloth on the gold metal poles and frame that supported the bed.
Jareth watched her for a moment. She appeared to be sleeping. Perhaps she really was tired and she needed some rest. But why had she pulled away from him when he tried to kiss her? Why had she seemed so distant?
His boots clicked softly on the marble floor as he walked slowly to the bed, his eyes not once leaving Sarah's stationary form. But as he neared he realized that she was not sleeping. One hand was curled under the pillow she lay on, the other was gently stroking the soft satin quilt beneath her. Her hair fell over her like liquid silk; soft and shiny. She was staring out the window at nothing in particular.
She felt his presence and she knew that eventually she would have to acknowledge him, yet she hurt so deeply that she did not want to look at him. He claimed he loved her yet he didn't seem to want to marry her.
"Sarah..." His voice was a pain filled whisper. She didn't shift on the bed, didn't turn her body to look up at him standing there at the foot of the bed. Only her eyes moved and they focused on him. He stood tall, every inch the insolent Goblin King in stance, yet his facial expression gave away his feelings. He looked pained and so lost. "Say something.." he begged softly.
She turned her head more into the soft pillow, tearing her eyes away from him. "There's nothing to talk about." She sounded bitter.
"Nothing to talk about?" He echoed, his voice sounding hurt and desperate. "Sarah there is so much to talk about I don't nearly know where to begin!"
She sat up quickly, her eyes full of anger, and he was confused at why she projected it at him. "Do you love me? Truly love me?"
Jareth blinked, praying that he was hearing things and that she had not just asked him that. Yet the way she was staring so intently at him, her eyes burning into his own, made him realize she had indeed asked. "How can you ask me that Sarah? How? You know that I love you more then anything!" He sounded hurt that she could even suggest to ask such a thing.
"I used to think that, but I'm not so sure anymore." There was such anger in her eyes. Anger and he didn't understand its source.
"You doubt me? Why? What has happened for you to doubt my love for you?" She looked away from him and he rushed at her, touching her face and forcing her to look at him. "Did I not just put myself on the line in that room in front of those nobles to tell them that I loved you? I am ready to sacrifice my kingdom, my title, any dignity I have left, everything for you!"
"You said similar words a long time ago Jareth. I remember them clearly. 'You asked that the child be taken, I took him, you cowered before me, I was frightening. I realtered time, I turned the world upside down and I did it all for you!' Does that sound familiar? How do I know that your sacrifices aren't as hollow as they were when they were spoken to me so long ago out of desperation to win!?"
Sudden anger flashed through Jareth's mismatched eyes. "My words were not hollow 10 years ago. I meant them with every fiber of my being and I mean what I say now! I came here to find out went wrong between us earlier, not to argue with you and try to explain to you how much you mean to me. I would have thought you knew what you meant to me!" He took a deep breath, stilling his anger and desperation poured into his eyes once again. 'By the ancients Sarah, I have never loved anyone like I love you." How could he make her understand?
"Not even Cyla?" She lifted her chin defiantly, challenging him.
"Wha- Cyla? What the hell does she have to do with any of this?"
Sarah turned her head from him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jareth sighed, his heart aching. He could feel it tightening in his chest. It was almost as if she didn't want him to love her. Almost as if she didn't want to believe it when he thought he had made it perfectly clear to her that he did love her. "Apparently nothing I say today is going to make you see the truth in my words. I don't know what brought this on, but let me give you something. Maybe then you will see how real my feelings are and you will stop being so doubtful." He twisted his hands and produced a crystal which he offered to her on the tips of leather encased fingers. She looked at it hesitantly and didn't take it or even make a motion to take it.
Jareth looked at her with a sad look in his eyes. He lifted the crystal up towards his face and suddenly it wasn't a crystal anymore, but a bubble. He blew some air at it and it descended to land on Sarah's hand. It popped and on one of Sarah's fingers appeared the most incredible ring she had ever seen. The band was gold with decorative carvings of mythical creatures; unicorns, dragons, fairies. And the stone didn't have a particular color. It changed every time you looked at it. Sarah gasped at the sight of it on her finger. She looked up at him quickly, begging him to tell her what this was for. To tell her that it was she hoped it was for.
"I want you to be my wife Sarah and my Queen. To rule by my side and serve me and love me as a Queen would until the end of time." His voice faltered, cracking. "But you think about it and get back to me with an answer. And while you are at it, decide whether or not you truly wish to stay here with me. There will be no place for doubt in court. I won't go to court to risk everything I am and I own for a mortal who may not truly love me...or may not believe that I love her...."
Sarah's mouth dropped open. She felt like such a complete idiot. The reason he had been hesitant with her in the conference room; he was trying to figure out a way to propose to her! He wasn't trying to push the idea away. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him an answer right now, but he was fading from the room.
"Jareth!" She cried out, leaping up off the bed and toward his fading form.
"Think about it Sarah. Really think about it..." his voice, filled with sorrow, echoed and faded. He disappeared from view in a cloud of sparkling glitter leaving a bewildered Sarah alone in the room.