Chapter Eighteen: Songs and Prophecies
You know that babies who are not in company of their parents have the tendency of. well, being annoying little demons? Well, that was the case of poor Goblin King and little Kim who. had one Hell of a pair of Lungs.
"Make her stop crying!" a little goblin shrieked. Jareth sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Stuffed her with candies" he ordered plainly but then he thought that having a sick baby would only put his Sarah in a worse 'I-want-to- torture-Jareth -out-of-his-mind' mood. He absentmindedly tapped his long cane in his tight while his chin rested in his left hand, deep in thought for a couple of minutes and then snapped her fingers, an idea coming to his mind.
"Music calms the beasts, and that girl surely looks like one" he muttered and, when nobody laughed at his joke he put his hands on his hips and looked expectantly at his minions.
"Well? Laugh!" he demanded with a scowl and everyone obeyed, laughing sometimes manically causing a shout to be heard over everything.
"Control your damn vassals, Jareth! I'm trying to get some good sleep up here!" Sarah's voice demanded. The King, after removing enticing mental image of Sarah lying on a bed wrapped in silk sheets, sighed yet again.
"You seem to be forgetting I am your King!" he retorted, trying to keep all his dignity with him. Of course that he failed miserably.
"Yes, a lousy excuse for a Monarch, if you ask me!" was all the reply he got fro upstairs. The sovereign just made a crystal ball and tossed it to the direction of the Fireys.
"Get those bloody arsonists here" he ordered the bubble as it made its way to the forest with perfect great. Minutes later the orange pyromaniacs literally popped into the throne room.
"Do you need us for anything, yer Majesty?" one of them asked, while trying to put on his right leg and left arm at the same time. Another one, who was holding his head in his hands, replied that of course that his majesty needed a favor, or they wouldn't have been summoned there.
"What can we do for you, Excellency?" a third firey, the only complete one of the group, enquired promptly. Jareth (after making a note to self reminding him that Excellency sounded even better that Majesty) told them that he needed them to sing some chorus and do some funny things.
"It looks like the only way to shut up the little brat over there" he explained while pointing with his cane at the now red-faced Kimmy.
"Anything for you, yer Majesty" replied Tinny, the first firey that had spoken. Jareth snapped his fingers and he was immediately dressed in a different outfit with a flowing dark blue cape, ivory shirt and dark-blue pants that matched the cape.
"Well, well, well." he mused menacingly, catching the attention of the little baby-girl "Looks like something needs to chill down a bit"
The girl titled her head to a side, not understanding and then, all of the sudden, music started sounded of nowhere. Jareth paced around the crib where little Kimmy lay and then picked her up and started singing while the fireys improvised pirouettes:
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)
I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)
Bouncing like a yo-yo, wooh (oh)
He bounced the little child, who giggled merrily. There was another giggle, more of a smirk really, that came from a person that watched the whole thing with an amused expression.
"What a pity. And I really thought he only sang for me" Sarah muttered as the King tossed the child into the air and caught it with experts movements. He was smiling with a real, honest and happy smile that seemed to make him almost as handsome as his. how do I put it? Seductive face?
"He really is a mystery I have yet to solve" the human mused aloud, enjoying the view.
Don't got no problems (no problems)
Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase)
Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand (throw in my hand)
With the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)
They don't look much (oh)
They sure chilly chilly (oh)
They positively glow glow, huh (oh)
That was the part of the song where the King lost all his care for Kingly dignity and manners and started doing pirouettes imitating his subjects that whistled at him and shouted things like: "Way to go, Highness" and that kind of stuff. But the comment that almost literally froze Jareth in midair was the one intoned by a female voice:
"Well, the legends aren't false. The Goblin King is certainly very elastic"
He turned around to see Sarah, looking at him with a smile upon seeing his red face.
"I am so glad you find my embarrassment so amusing" he commented dryly, reverting again to his stuck up Kingly attitude. But she shook her head.
"I am not smiling because you are embarrassed, silly. I am smiling because you. look. kind of cute" she corrected him as nonchalantly as she managed. He arched an eyebrow then and, with a fake hurt face asked her if she meant that he didn't look cute all the time.
"No" she replied honestly without hesitation "You look menacing, very royal-like, cold, cruel, selfish. and, as you already now, seductive. But you have never looked simply... cute" she explained and then noticed his disheveled appearance after so many minutes of jumping up and down and titled her head to a side "By the way, what on the Seven Hells are you doing?"
He directed her a lopsided grin and removed part of his hair from his face before replying:
"I'm trying to make the little lass fall asleep. What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied, as if stating the obvious. Sarah laughed out loud then, gasping for air as she commented.
"It doesn't look very effective, Your Majesty"
She was right. Kimmy was smiling and had stopped shouting, but she was wide awake. The monarch sighed, sat on his throne and closed his eyes.
"It's useless. The little lad just won't fall asleep and won't let me do that either" he muttered and the mortal realized that the Goblin King hadn't really had the chance to sleep in a very long, long time.
"Let me take care of this. After all, I was the one that made Toby fall asleep after he ate a bowl of coffee ice-cream each Friday night. You can beat that kind of experience, Goblin King"
H gestured her to the crib where the brat. er, I mean, the little child lay, with her eyes wide open. Sarah smiled gently at her and, with a sweet voice, sand soothingly:
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
There was certain shaking in her voice that made the Fae realize that it wasn't just a song what she was singing. It was the way she felt inside. It was a song from the heart. She was speaking about her and her life. her regrets.
'Those good for nothing she calls parents should burn in hell' he thought grimly, looking at her suddenly saddened expression. He wished nothing more than to go there and kiss her fears, regrets and doubts away, but he couldn't. The prophecy stood in the middle.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
who I am inside
The little baby closed her eyes and yawned, suddenly very tired. The lullaby-like song was starting to work. Sarah remembered she had written that after one particularly puzzling dream about. Jareth. He was always in her mind, and had been ever since the Labyrinth. No, that was a mistake. Since way before that.
She was about to sing the next verse when her voice faltered and she almost broke down and cried right there at that moment, with the very Goblin King watching. But she decided to be strong, and held back.
"She is fast asleep. I've done my job. I. I'll just go to my room now" she stuttered, but, before she could even move, strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
"Sarah." a voice whispered in her ear. She turned and Jareth took a deep breath, expecting her shouts, anger and even violence, but all he saw was a tired woman.
"Jareth. I." she sighed and then looked at him straight in the eye: "I don't have the force to fight this anymore" she whispered, one of her hands taking hold of a soft lock of his silky hair. He closed his eyen and lean onto her touch.
"Then don't!" he replied before kissing her senseless. She didn't resist, quite the contrary as a matter of fact. She was tired of denying, of pretending of. faking.
"She will be a mortal girl, with a will of iron and a beauty worthy of stars." a voice whispered inside the Monarch's ear but he didn't listen "She shall have two sides: seduction and sadness and her charm will be irresistible."
'Indeed' Jareth thought absentmindedly as he felt Sarah's arms around his neck. The voice carried on saying:
"Stubbornness will be made grace, awkwardness elegance and fantasy magic. The mortal girl will become the immortal woman." It was the prophecy sounding in his ears as clear as water. He knew it by heart.
"And she shall enslave the Underground King with her powers, crash the old Reign and a new one, greater and more powerful than any other, will start, with her as the Supreme Queen."
The girl he was holding in his arms was going to destruct him, and he could only think about her soft hair. He was forever lost in her alluring charm. and he really didn't care is she was to be his doom, for he was already a doomed man. a man in love.
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Author's Note: I. I did it! Yay! I wrote another chapter. Well, don't expect any more this week or next week cause the test period ends on September 6th (I'm really looking forward to it! Anyway, hop you liked it. And yes, that's the prophecy. Sarah is gonna ruin Jareth! (Well, at least it is what all people think the prophecy means). Anyway, stay in touch an thanks for wishing me luck (I'm really gonna need it!).
Hugs and peaches,
Sabina (Who where you expecting? The Easter Bunny? He is on holidays)
You know that babies who are not in company of their parents have the tendency of. well, being annoying little demons? Well, that was the case of poor Goblin King and little Kim who. had one Hell of a pair of Lungs.
"Make her stop crying!" a little goblin shrieked. Jareth sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Stuffed her with candies" he ordered plainly but then he thought that having a sick baby would only put his Sarah in a worse 'I-want-to- torture-Jareth -out-of-his-mind' mood. He absentmindedly tapped his long cane in his tight while his chin rested in his left hand, deep in thought for a couple of minutes and then snapped her fingers, an idea coming to his mind.
"Music calms the beasts, and that girl surely looks like one" he muttered and, when nobody laughed at his joke he put his hands on his hips and looked expectantly at his minions.
"Well? Laugh!" he demanded with a scowl and everyone obeyed, laughing sometimes manically causing a shout to be heard over everything.
"Control your damn vassals, Jareth! I'm trying to get some good sleep up here!" Sarah's voice demanded. The King, after removing enticing mental image of Sarah lying on a bed wrapped in silk sheets, sighed yet again.
"You seem to be forgetting I am your King!" he retorted, trying to keep all his dignity with him. Of course that he failed miserably.
"Yes, a lousy excuse for a Monarch, if you ask me!" was all the reply he got fro upstairs. The sovereign just made a crystal ball and tossed it to the direction of the Fireys.
"Get those bloody arsonists here" he ordered the bubble as it made its way to the forest with perfect great. Minutes later the orange pyromaniacs literally popped into the throne room.
"Do you need us for anything, yer Majesty?" one of them asked, while trying to put on his right leg and left arm at the same time. Another one, who was holding his head in his hands, replied that of course that his majesty needed a favor, or they wouldn't have been summoned there.
"What can we do for you, Excellency?" a third firey, the only complete one of the group, enquired promptly. Jareth (after making a note to self reminding him that Excellency sounded even better that Majesty) told them that he needed them to sing some chorus and do some funny things.
"It looks like the only way to shut up the little brat over there" he explained while pointing with his cane at the now red-faced Kimmy.
"Anything for you, yer Majesty" replied Tinny, the first firey that had spoken. Jareth snapped his fingers and he was immediately dressed in a different outfit with a flowing dark blue cape, ivory shirt and dark-blue pants that matched the cape.
"Well, well, well." he mused menacingly, catching the attention of the little baby-girl "Looks like something needs to chill down a bit"
The girl titled her head to a side, not understanding and then, all of the sudden, music started sounded of nowhere. Jareth paced around the crib where little Kimmy lay and then picked her up and started singing while the fireys improvised pirouettes:
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)
I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)
Bouncing like a yo-yo, wooh (oh)
He bounced the little child, who giggled merrily. There was another giggle, more of a smirk really, that came from a person that watched the whole thing with an amused expression.
"What a pity. And I really thought he only sang for me" Sarah muttered as the King tossed the child into the air and caught it with experts movements. He was smiling with a real, honest and happy smile that seemed to make him almost as handsome as his. how do I put it? Seductive face?
"He really is a mystery I have yet to solve" the human mused aloud, enjoying the view.
Don't got no problems (no problems)
Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase)
Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand (throw in my hand)
With the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)
They don't look much (oh)
They sure chilly chilly (oh)
They positively glow glow, huh (oh)
That was the part of the song where the King lost all his care for Kingly dignity and manners and started doing pirouettes imitating his subjects that whistled at him and shouted things like: "Way to go, Highness" and that kind of stuff. But the comment that almost literally froze Jareth in midair was the one intoned by a female voice:
"Well, the legends aren't false. The Goblin King is certainly very elastic"
He turned around to see Sarah, looking at him with a smile upon seeing his red face.
"I am so glad you find my embarrassment so amusing" he commented dryly, reverting again to his stuck up Kingly attitude. But she shook her head.
"I am not smiling because you are embarrassed, silly. I am smiling because you. look. kind of cute" she corrected him as nonchalantly as she managed. He arched an eyebrow then and, with a fake hurt face asked her if she meant that he didn't look cute all the time.
"No" she replied honestly without hesitation "You look menacing, very royal-like, cold, cruel, selfish. and, as you already now, seductive. But you have never looked simply... cute" she explained and then noticed his disheveled appearance after so many minutes of jumping up and down and titled her head to a side "By the way, what on the Seven Hells are you doing?"
He directed her a lopsided grin and removed part of his hair from his face before replying:
"I'm trying to make the little lass fall asleep. What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied, as if stating the obvious. Sarah laughed out loud then, gasping for air as she commented.
"It doesn't look very effective, Your Majesty"
She was right. Kimmy was smiling and had stopped shouting, but she was wide awake. The monarch sighed, sat on his throne and closed his eyes.
"It's useless. The little lad just won't fall asleep and won't let me do that either" he muttered and the mortal realized that the Goblin King hadn't really had the chance to sleep in a very long, long time.
"Let me take care of this. After all, I was the one that made Toby fall asleep after he ate a bowl of coffee ice-cream each Friday night. You can beat that kind of experience, Goblin King"
H gestured her to the crib where the brat. er, I mean, the little child lay, with her eyes wide open. Sarah smiled gently at her and, with a sweet voice, sand soothingly:
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
There was certain shaking in her voice that made the Fae realize that it wasn't just a song what she was singing. It was the way she felt inside. It was a song from the heart. She was speaking about her and her life. her regrets.
'Those good for nothing she calls parents should burn in hell' he thought grimly, looking at her suddenly saddened expression. He wished nothing more than to go there and kiss her fears, regrets and doubts away, but he couldn't. The prophecy stood in the middle.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
who I am inside
The little baby closed her eyes and yawned, suddenly very tired. The lullaby-like song was starting to work. Sarah remembered she had written that after one particularly puzzling dream about. Jareth. He was always in her mind, and had been ever since the Labyrinth. No, that was a mistake. Since way before that.
She was about to sing the next verse when her voice faltered and she almost broke down and cried right there at that moment, with the very Goblin King watching. But she decided to be strong, and held back.
"She is fast asleep. I've done my job. I. I'll just go to my room now" she stuttered, but, before she could even move, strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
"Sarah." a voice whispered in her ear. She turned and Jareth took a deep breath, expecting her shouts, anger and even violence, but all he saw was a tired woman.
"Jareth. I." she sighed and then looked at him straight in the eye: "I don't have the force to fight this anymore" she whispered, one of her hands taking hold of a soft lock of his silky hair. He closed his eyen and lean onto her touch.
"Then don't!" he replied before kissing her senseless. She didn't resist, quite the contrary as a matter of fact. She was tired of denying, of pretending of. faking.
"She will be a mortal girl, with a will of iron and a beauty worthy of stars." a voice whispered inside the Monarch's ear but he didn't listen "She shall have two sides: seduction and sadness and her charm will be irresistible."
'Indeed' Jareth thought absentmindedly as he felt Sarah's arms around his neck. The voice carried on saying:
"Stubbornness will be made grace, awkwardness elegance and fantasy magic. The mortal girl will become the immortal woman." It was the prophecy sounding in his ears as clear as water. He knew it by heart.
"And she shall enslave the Underground King with her powers, crash the old Reign and a new one, greater and more powerful than any other, will start, with her as the Supreme Queen."
The girl he was holding in his arms was going to destruct him, and he could only think about her soft hair. He was forever lost in her alluring charm. and he really didn't care is she was to be his doom, for he was already a doomed man. a man in love.
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Author's Note: I. I did it! Yay! I wrote another chapter. Well, don't expect any more this week or next week cause the test period ends on September 6th (I'm really looking forward to it! Anyway, hop you liked it. And yes, that's the prophecy. Sarah is gonna ruin Jareth! (Well, at least it is what all people think the prophecy means). Anyway, stay in touch an thanks for wishing me luck (I'm really gonna need it!).
Hugs and peaches,
Sabina (Who where you expecting? The Easter Bunny? He is on holidays)
