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Disclaimer: I wish I owned them but I don't. If I did, they would've done the funky chicken on screen.
Dreams and Memories
The darkness of night held her, comforted her. She hung her head. If only she hadn't said the words him. If only she had stayed. Regret weighed heavy in her heart as it had for many years. When she felt the need, she could close her eyes and picture him; spiked blonde hair swaying as he moved, black cape waving around him, smirk adorning his lips, making him look not sinister, but sexy. At the time she was but a child. Still she had thought he was good looking. She threw back her head and laughed.
Wind blew over the hill and sent the autumn leaves dancing into the air and the grass bowing towards her. She sighed. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an old book. She had grown up with this book. It was the source of all her childhood fantasies and she had had many of those. She flipped through the pages without reading them. She knew what every page contained. She whispered to herself. "The story of a young girl who overcomes magic and disaster to retrieve her baby brother from the evil and manipulative Goblin King and learns a very important lesson in the meantime." Placing the book down beside her, she sighed. When she had been in the Labyrinth she had blamed him. It was his fault that Toby was taken, his fault that she had to travel the maze. But afterwards, when her friends had all returned Underground, she had thought about it. She was the one who had wished her baby brother away to the goblins. He had only done what was right. That small but sudden realisation changed her entire life.
It wasn't until a few weeks after returning home that she started having dreams. They started out innocently enough; a chaste kiss, a gentle embrace. In her dreams Jareth had a heart. Soon enough the dreams became wild. Most nights she woke up bathed in sweat, her body feeling the effects of the most wild and passionate love making. He would touch her in places others never had and in turn she would give him pleasure. After waking she could often still hear the sounds he had made in her mind. She thought for sure he had sent these dreams upon her to punish her for defeating him. But then, why would he? He didn't know her feelings. She had only just realised them for herself.
And hadn't that taken some thought? Numerous times she had sat in class or at home, trying to figure out what the clenching deep in her heart meant. Did it mean that she hated him? After much thought she had dismissed the idea completely. She could not hate the man for what he had done when, for the most part, it was her fault. Did the feeling mean that she missed him? When the answer to this question came, it was quite a shock. She did miss him. A lot. But the hardest question of all was coming and she feared the answer. Did she love him? At the time she had closed her eyes and pictured him. A smile graced her lips and she immediately knew. She loved him with all her heart.
But what could she do about it? Now, as she sat alone on the hill, she closed her eyes tightly and pictured him. Sitting on his throne he was the epitome of royalty. His boots, his tights, his shirt, his cape⦠they all came together to form the apparel of a king. His mismatched eyes glaring at the beings scuttling and fumbling around him. A shudder ran through her at the very thought of him. A tingle down her spine that was not unpleasant in any sense. She smiled and tried to imagine what he would do if they ever met again. The picture in her mind was nothing more than a fantasy. Her favourite fantasy of all. She would walk through a garden filled with fragrant flowers not of her world. Her dress would flow around her. Suddenly she would catch a glimpse of him as he ducked behind an old stone wall, hiding from her. Picking up her skirt she would run after him, laughing as he ran from her, teasing and smiling. They would act like children: not a care in the world. Finally she would catch up to him and together they would fall onto the ground, exhausted from the run. He would take her in his arms and kiss her with all of his being and she would respond in kind.
She frowned and opened her eyes. They were filled with tears. In her heart she knew that her wish would never come true. The Goblin King was heartless and cruel. And why would he ever fall in love with a mortal? A single tear dropped and slid down her cheek. Hastily she brushed it away with the back of her hand. It would never do to cry over someone you could never have. And the King of the Goblins, no less. A storybook character. A mere Fairy Tale. Maybe if she kept telling herself that, she'd believe it one day. Standing up, she brushed the dirt from her jeans and bent down to pick up her book. She walked down the hill towards home, knowing that from then on her dreams of the one man she loved would not go away, but intensify.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them but I don't. If I did, they would've done the funky chicken on screen.
Dreams and Memories
The darkness of night held her, comforted her. She hung her head. If only she hadn't said the words him. If only she had stayed. Regret weighed heavy in her heart as it had for many years. When she felt the need, she could close her eyes and picture him; spiked blonde hair swaying as he moved, black cape waving around him, smirk adorning his lips, making him look not sinister, but sexy. At the time she was but a child. Still she had thought he was good looking. She threw back her head and laughed.
Wind blew over the hill and sent the autumn leaves dancing into the air and the grass bowing towards her. She sighed. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an old book. She had grown up with this book. It was the source of all her childhood fantasies and she had had many of those. She flipped through the pages without reading them. She knew what every page contained. She whispered to herself. "The story of a young girl who overcomes magic and disaster to retrieve her baby brother from the evil and manipulative Goblin King and learns a very important lesson in the meantime." Placing the book down beside her, she sighed. When she had been in the Labyrinth she had blamed him. It was his fault that Toby was taken, his fault that she had to travel the maze. But afterwards, when her friends had all returned Underground, she had thought about it. She was the one who had wished her baby brother away to the goblins. He had only done what was right. That small but sudden realisation changed her entire life.
It wasn't until a few weeks after returning home that she started having dreams. They started out innocently enough; a chaste kiss, a gentle embrace. In her dreams Jareth had a heart. Soon enough the dreams became wild. Most nights she woke up bathed in sweat, her body feeling the effects of the most wild and passionate love making. He would touch her in places others never had and in turn she would give him pleasure. After waking she could often still hear the sounds he had made in her mind. She thought for sure he had sent these dreams upon her to punish her for defeating him. But then, why would he? He didn't know her feelings. She had only just realised them for herself.
And hadn't that taken some thought? Numerous times she had sat in class or at home, trying to figure out what the clenching deep in her heart meant. Did it mean that she hated him? After much thought she had dismissed the idea completely. She could not hate the man for what he had done when, for the most part, it was her fault. Did the feeling mean that she missed him? When the answer to this question came, it was quite a shock. She did miss him. A lot. But the hardest question of all was coming and she feared the answer. Did she love him? At the time she had closed her eyes and pictured him. A smile graced her lips and she immediately knew. She loved him with all her heart.
But what could she do about it? Now, as she sat alone on the hill, she closed her eyes tightly and pictured him. Sitting on his throne he was the epitome of royalty. His boots, his tights, his shirt, his cape⦠they all came together to form the apparel of a king. His mismatched eyes glaring at the beings scuttling and fumbling around him. A shudder ran through her at the very thought of him. A tingle down her spine that was not unpleasant in any sense. She smiled and tried to imagine what he would do if they ever met again. The picture in her mind was nothing more than a fantasy. Her favourite fantasy of all. She would walk through a garden filled with fragrant flowers not of her world. Her dress would flow around her. Suddenly she would catch a glimpse of him as he ducked behind an old stone wall, hiding from her. Picking up her skirt she would run after him, laughing as he ran from her, teasing and smiling. They would act like children: not a care in the world. Finally she would catch up to him and together they would fall onto the ground, exhausted from the run. He would take her in his arms and kiss her with all of his being and she would respond in kind.
She frowned and opened her eyes. They were filled with tears. In her heart she knew that her wish would never come true. The Goblin King was heartless and cruel. And why would he ever fall in love with a mortal? A single tear dropped and slid down her cheek. Hastily she brushed it away with the back of her hand. It would never do to cry over someone you could never have. And the King of the Goblins, no less. A storybook character. A mere Fairy Tale. Maybe if she kept telling herself that, she'd believe it one day. Standing up, she brushed the dirt from her jeans and bent down to pick up her book. She walked down the hill towards home, knowing that from then on her dreams of the one man she loved would not go away, but intensify.
