AN: The hair cut was essential, while I love the long hair on Jareth/Bowie,
I do not so much love the scary Tina Turner/ Duran Duran like wig. Please
forgive me for the shameless thin white duke and glam rock references. I
can't help myself. Rebel Rebel is a great song.
Disclaimer: I do not own labyrinth
*
Strangely Devine: Chapter Twenty One: Coffee and Cigarettes.
Emily managed to fall out of bed around noon and was a bit surprised to find Sarah's blonde friend asleep on the couch. The small girl shot him a tired glance before stumbling into the kitchen for coffee. She fixed herself a steaming black cup and then made Jareth one as well, being that she didn't plan on sneaking about to let him sleep.
"Jareth" Emily mumbled, sitting next to his feet and peering at him through sleepy eyes. Emily didn't do mornings very well, it was probably from living with Sarah for so long. Sarah would sleep for days on end if you let her. It most likely wasn't healthy, Emily reckoned.
Jareth didn't stir though. He was facing into the couch, the only sign of life the slightest rise and fall of his thin form. Emily sipped her coffee "Jareth--" she said a bit louder.
The Goblin King made annoyed, but very cute sound and pulled his pillow closer. "Bugger off" he mumbled
Emily giggled, sure that he had called her Gwen. "What time did you go to sleep?"
Jareth turned his face toward her and glared. He couldn't very well yell at this girl but she didn't seem to care that he was a King. He tried a different tact. "What time is it?"
"Twelve" Emily offered him a mug of coffee and Jareth sat up and took it begrudgingly.
"What is this?" he mumbled, sipping the hot bitter liquid.
"Coffee--- don't have that in the Underground?" she asked
Jareth winced as it burned his tongue, "If it wasn't made before your sixteenth century then we don't have it."
"Hmm" she said thoughtfully. "That would explain a bit"
"Indeed" he muttered
Emily watched him drink the coffee. He wasn't the most personable guy, was he? "How did you sleep?" she asked
"Horribly, this settee is not a suitable bed" he said sourly
Emily giggled again "How's the coffee?"
"Hot and bitter, why am I drinking it?" he mumbled
"It'll wake you up" Emily assured him "So are you in love with Sarah?"
Jareth didn't miss a beat. "Possibly"
Her almond eyes widened and she put her mug on the table. "Really? Are you really?"
"I said possibly" Jareth winced, the last thing he wanted to do was discuss this matter with Sarah's friend.
"You mean you don't know" she prodded.
Jareth simply nodded. "Why do you ask, luv?" he shot her a charming smile but Emily didn't fall for it.
"Just the way you act around each other" she said slowly. "Sarah's not sure either"
Jareth froze, his mind raced in several different directions at once. "She's mentioned this to you?" he asked softly.
Emily shot him a wary look. "Yes" She decided perhaps there was more going on behind his mismatched eyes then the blankness currently showing.
Instead of continuing on in that train of thought though, Jareth changed the subject. "Where's the bathing room?"
"What? Oh, the shower." Emily sniffed herself as she stood up. "I'm clean, so you can go first. Don't use all the hot water, Sarah will have a fit"
"Alright" Jareth agreed as he followed Emily out of the family room and into the blue and white tiled bathroom. Emily gave him a quick tutorial on plumbing and keeping the curtain in side the tub or else "The crazy old lady below us will start complaining we're leaking water into her cat's bed, or something"
*
"Sarah, Sarah, wake up, wake up" Emily sang, setting a large cup of black coffee on Sarah's bed side table and dropping onto the bed. Sarah simply moaned and pulled her pillow closer to her face. Only her pillow wasn't silky and smelling of Lavender as she'd grown used to; this was cotton and rather squashy and smelling of Sarah's own perfume. A grin flicked across her tired face. She was home.
Emily sighed and tossed a packet of cigarettes around in her hands while she watched Sarah attempt to fall back asleep. "Nicotine and Caffeine--- they're calling you, Sarah" she hummed, hopping to her feet and dangling a cigarette over Sarah's face.
"Go away" Sarah mumbled
Emily scoffed, popped the cigarette in her mouth, and lit it. "Honestly, you and Jareth are the hardest people to get out of bed" she exhaled a plume of smoke and grinned as Sarah turned her face up.
"What's he doing?" she mumbled, reaching out for the cigarette.
"Mmm, probably being very wet and delicious" Emily said thoughtfully passing the fag to her sleepy friend. "In the shower more or less"
Sarah took a few short drags off the cigarette and let the nicotine flood her system. Oooh, she hadn't had a fag in a month and it was lovely. She grouped for the coffee as she sat up. "You have to fix his hair, Em"
"Erm--- fashion designer" Emily said plaintively "Not hair stylist--- but I won't pass up the opportunity to touch your lovely blonde friend's hair. What are we thinking, here?"
Sarah realized how incredibly absurd it was she was dictating Jareth's hair style to Emily. "I'm thinking less" she made a vague movement with the cigarette over her own head. "Less poof"
"Less Duran Duran more---" Emily shrugged and giggled "Mick Jagger?"
"Erm--- Brian Jones?"
Emily laughed, "Wasn't he the one that drowned?"
"He was blonde" Sarah said, shrugging and blowing a plume of smoke at Emily. "In any case just, you know---"
Emily giggled excitedly "Right, I'm going for Rolling Stones, Mop Top, shaggy, thin white duke?"
Sarah shrugged again and swallowed several mouthfuls of her coffee. "Sure--- you're the artist"
"Indeed, I am" Emily snickered and pulled Sarah out of bed. "Come on, get up, what are you doing today?"
"I have non idea" Sarah admitted, "Probably sulking about the apartment"
"Oh, no" Emily whined "You have a very attractive male friend with nothing to do, why don't you go do something with him?"
"Oh god" Sarah muttered "Give him a tour of New York? This is too bizarre, Em. I don't think I can handle posing for pictures with the Goblin King atop the Statue of Liberty"
Emily laughed and patted her shoulder "Somehow I don't think the Statue of Liberty would be the least bit interesting to him. Go have lunch, go out, go shopping---oooh! Wear your Channel jacket and he'll wear that Comme des Garcons suit---- stop looking at me like that, Tim won't mind--- and you can pretend to be famous people"
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Why is it you bought a Timothy a Comme des Garcons suit and he left it in a bag in the back of your closet?" she chose to focus on only one of her friend's strange points.
"He prefers gross tweeds--- back in style now actually" Emily tittered. "In any case it will look fabulous on Jareth. I think *you* will look quite fabulous with Jareth on your arm, but---"
"Oh shut up" Sarah muttered, pushing past her into the family room. She flopped on the couch, careful not to slosh the hot coffee on herself.
Emily disappeared into her room/studio, where Sarah could hear the some old glam rock album blaring while she worked. For her part, Sarah smoked her way through another two cigarettes and finished off the coffee. She wasn't usually such a shameless smoker, but she felt she quite deserved it this morning.
The pillow she was laying on held a familiar scent she couldn't quite place but decided after a bit that it must have been Emily's perfume or shampoo or something similar. It smelled sweet, almost like burning sugar. Did Emily smell like that? No, she realized with a jolt, turning her face into the pillow. Jareth smelled like that, she remembered from being pulled into his embrace so many times to transport.
Wasn't it a bit weird that she recognized his smell? Was it weirder that she quite liked it? What on earth would cause a person to smell of sugar anyway? It was decidedly against his nature, Jareth was anything but sweet in all of his many different moods.
"What are you doing?"
Sarah exhaled a long stream of smoke and let her gaze rise to meet his. Her heart started to pound mercilessly in her chest and Sarah found she couldn't quite bring herself to breathe, as it were.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
Emily had been right. Jareth was quite wet and quite delicious at the moment. A towel was slung low around his thin hips and he looked rather bored and perhaps a bit cold as he stood there giving her an expectant look. Sarah couldn't believe her own reaction, man in a towel, so what. She'd seen many a man in a towel. She hadn't seen Jareth in a towel though. He looked very nice in a towel.
"I?" he said cockily "Am freezing, but you appear to be breathing smoke" wet strands of blonde hair fell over his face and he pushed it away hastily. One hand remained planted on his hip to keep his towel from slipping.
"I'm smoking," she said contemptuously as she sat and forced herself to look at his face and not as his milk pale chest, very thin but very taut and hard and attractive. Stop thinking about his chest, she commanded herself. "I haven't had a cigarette in a month, want some?"
Jareth raised an eyebrow and took the proffered cigarette. Sarah had not seen a pack of Marlboros her entire visit to the underground. She felt rather juvenile and ashamed to admit that Jareth looked tragically cool and Rock star like as he exhaled a stream of smoke and handed her the ciggie back.
"That's bad for you, you know" she said ironically
He sniffed, looking slightly amused at her tone and sighed "What will you have me wear, Sarah? I do not wish to stand here quite unclothed for much longer"
Despite herself, Sarah giggled and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry Jareth, er--- those black slacks and the white shirt" Dress up with Jareth. Oh, what fun.
He shot her a very bemused glance and waved his hand. "This?" he was suddenly dressed in the outfit and Sarah's mouth dropped open. Not just because he looked very good in Comme des Garcons, as one would imagine, but because she had always assumed he got dressed like a normal person. One leg at a time. Obviously, he was not such a normal person as she had been led to believe.
Jareth quite liked the comfortable mortal clothing. It wasn't tailored to his exact measurements, the pants were a bit long and a bit large but not noticeably. Sarah was obviously enjoying it. He wondered if it was the same experience for her as when he had seen her dressed in a proper ball gown the first time. At the moment she was once again dressed in drab grey and blue sweats that hid her figure.
"That's great" she sighed, "Really good."
Jareth shrugged and tossed the jacket over the crook of his arm. His hair was still quite damp and hanging in white blonds strands around his face.
"Er--- let's fix your hair" she hopped up and started for Emily's room.
He followed with a frown gracing his face as he heard Emily's music blaring loudly from within. "What is that music?"
Sarah paused and shot him a look. "Rebel, Rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel, Rebel, your face is a mess." She snorted with laughter as he applauded softly "Glam rock, its Emily's current obsession most likely."
"Hot tramp, I love you so?" Jareth repeated the lyric with raised eyebrows as they slipped into the studio.
"Hmm" Sarah blushed
Emily was fixing the hem on a red satin dress that hung on a mannequin. The portable phone was cradled between her shoulder and ear and she was gabbing on witlessly. Sarah was unsure how she could hear anything with the music going.
"Ooh! Sarah" she squealed "It's Fiona, say hello"
Sarah begrudgingly took the phone. She did not quite want to talk to Fiona, they never quite got a long well anymore and their conversations always ended with Fiona asking for drug money. "Hello?"
"Sarah! You fucking ran off with a British boy?!" Fiona's voice sounded scratchy and grated on Sarah's nerves.
"What?" Sarah mumbled looking at Jareth. He was laughing at something Emily had said and had taken to sitting on her bed. Emily brandished a pair of shears and started trimming a bit while continuing the streaming conversation that was mostly held up on her end.
"Oh sure, leave us all here to bloody well worry" Fiona's voice cracked and lowered "Hey, do you think it'll be fine if you loan me a couple hundred? I'm getting off this time for sure and I just need a pick me up before I go full stop"
Sarah sighed. Drug addicts were the worst. "Um, sure Fiona. But look, what did Emily say about Jareth?"
Her high pitched laughter made Sarah wince. "What? You're little London playboy, I'm fucking mad you didn't tell us."
"He's not my play---er---we're just friends" Sarah protested
"Sure" Fiona then made some very rude and colourful comments about the sex she assumed was occurring between Sarah and Jareth.
"Fiona! Shut up!" Sarah blushed. "Christ---"
"Am I coming over today?" her voice was suddenly distant. "Sevenish, I'll see you, Sarah. I love you and remember my money--- bye"
Sarah sighed and hung up the phone. That girl was incurable and insufferable. She turned back to Jareth and Emily. At least they were getting along like there were no separate world barriers between them. Emily had cut his hair quite nicely, instead of hanging in wet thick clumps down to his neck it was now rather hanging damp in his eyes and curling around his ears.
Emily was attempting to persuade him with a pleading pouty voice to please be her model. He looked amused, possibly flattered, but adamant about keeping his clothes on at the moment.
"Fine" she sighed dramatically and shifted her hand through his damp hair. "Shall I get the blow dryer?"
"Blow dryer?" He repeated warily
"To dry your hair"
Jareth pulled a face and snapped his wrist. The water from his hair sprang out in every direction, causing Emily and Sarah to squeal when it splattered them
"Honestly, magic doesn't fix everything" Emily said wiping her jacket.
Jareth glanced at Sarah, he looked much younger and much less frightening now. "No it isn't" he agreed. Sarah caught his eye and immediately looked away. *
An: Remember to Review, sorry it was so short.
*
Strangely Devine: Chapter Twenty One: Coffee and Cigarettes.
Emily managed to fall out of bed around noon and was a bit surprised to find Sarah's blonde friend asleep on the couch. The small girl shot him a tired glance before stumbling into the kitchen for coffee. She fixed herself a steaming black cup and then made Jareth one as well, being that she didn't plan on sneaking about to let him sleep.
"Jareth" Emily mumbled, sitting next to his feet and peering at him through sleepy eyes. Emily didn't do mornings very well, it was probably from living with Sarah for so long. Sarah would sleep for days on end if you let her. It most likely wasn't healthy, Emily reckoned.
Jareth didn't stir though. He was facing into the couch, the only sign of life the slightest rise and fall of his thin form. Emily sipped her coffee "Jareth--" she said a bit louder.
The Goblin King made annoyed, but very cute sound and pulled his pillow closer. "Bugger off" he mumbled
Emily giggled, sure that he had called her Gwen. "What time did you go to sleep?"
Jareth turned his face toward her and glared. He couldn't very well yell at this girl but she didn't seem to care that he was a King. He tried a different tact. "What time is it?"
"Twelve" Emily offered him a mug of coffee and Jareth sat up and took it begrudgingly.
"What is this?" he mumbled, sipping the hot bitter liquid.
"Coffee--- don't have that in the Underground?" she asked
Jareth winced as it burned his tongue, "If it wasn't made before your sixteenth century then we don't have it."
"Hmm" she said thoughtfully. "That would explain a bit"
"Indeed" he muttered
Emily watched him drink the coffee. He wasn't the most personable guy, was he? "How did you sleep?" she asked
"Horribly, this settee is not a suitable bed" he said sourly
Emily giggled again "How's the coffee?"
"Hot and bitter, why am I drinking it?" he mumbled
"It'll wake you up" Emily assured him "So are you in love with Sarah?"
Jareth didn't miss a beat. "Possibly"
Her almond eyes widened and she put her mug on the table. "Really? Are you really?"
"I said possibly" Jareth winced, the last thing he wanted to do was discuss this matter with Sarah's friend.
"You mean you don't know" she prodded.
Jareth simply nodded. "Why do you ask, luv?" he shot her a charming smile but Emily didn't fall for it.
"Just the way you act around each other" she said slowly. "Sarah's not sure either"
Jareth froze, his mind raced in several different directions at once. "She's mentioned this to you?" he asked softly.
Emily shot him a wary look. "Yes" She decided perhaps there was more going on behind his mismatched eyes then the blankness currently showing.
Instead of continuing on in that train of thought though, Jareth changed the subject. "Where's the bathing room?"
"What? Oh, the shower." Emily sniffed herself as she stood up. "I'm clean, so you can go first. Don't use all the hot water, Sarah will have a fit"
"Alright" Jareth agreed as he followed Emily out of the family room and into the blue and white tiled bathroom. Emily gave him a quick tutorial on plumbing and keeping the curtain in side the tub or else "The crazy old lady below us will start complaining we're leaking water into her cat's bed, or something"
*
"Sarah, Sarah, wake up, wake up" Emily sang, setting a large cup of black coffee on Sarah's bed side table and dropping onto the bed. Sarah simply moaned and pulled her pillow closer to her face. Only her pillow wasn't silky and smelling of Lavender as she'd grown used to; this was cotton and rather squashy and smelling of Sarah's own perfume. A grin flicked across her tired face. She was home.
Emily sighed and tossed a packet of cigarettes around in her hands while she watched Sarah attempt to fall back asleep. "Nicotine and Caffeine--- they're calling you, Sarah" she hummed, hopping to her feet and dangling a cigarette over Sarah's face.
"Go away" Sarah mumbled
Emily scoffed, popped the cigarette in her mouth, and lit it. "Honestly, you and Jareth are the hardest people to get out of bed" she exhaled a plume of smoke and grinned as Sarah turned her face up.
"What's he doing?" she mumbled, reaching out for the cigarette.
"Mmm, probably being very wet and delicious" Emily said thoughtfully passing the fag to her sleepy friend. "In the shower more or less"
Sarah took a few short drags off the cigarette and let the nicotine flood her system. Oooh, she hadn't had a fag in a month and it was lovely. She grouped for the coffee as she sat up. "You have to fix his hair, Em"
"Erm--- fashion designer" Emily said plaintively "Not hair stylist--- but I won't pass up the opportunity to touch your lovely blonde friend's hair. What are we thinking, here?"
Sarah realized how incredibly absurd it was she was dictating Jareth's hair style to Emily. "I'm thinking less" she made a vague movement with the cigarette over her own head. "Less poof"
"Less Duran Duran more---" Emily shrugged and giggled "Mick Jagger?"
"Erm--- Brian Jones?"
Emily laughed, "Wasn't he the one that drowned?"
"He was blonde" Sarah said, shrugging and blowing a plume of smoke at Emily. "In any case just, you know---"
Emily giggled excitedly "Right, I'm going for Rolling Stones, Mop Top, shaggy, thin white duke?"
Sarah shrugged again and swallowed several mouthfuls of her coffee. "Sure--- you're the artist"
"Indeed, I am" Emily snickered and pulled Sarah out of bed. "Come on, get up, what are you doing today?"
"I have non idea" Sarah admitted, "Probably sulking about the apartment"
"Oh, no" Emily whined "You have a very attractive male friend with nothing to do, why don't you go do something with him?"
"Oh god" Sarah muttered "Give him a tour of New York? This is too bizarre, Em. I don't think I can handle posing for pictures with the Goblin King atop the Statue of Liberty"
Emily laughed and patted her shoulder "Somehow I don't think the Statue of Liberty would be the least bit interesting to him. Go have lunch, go out, go shopping---oooh! Wear your Channel jacket and he'll wear that Comme des Garcons suit---- stop looking at me like that, Tim won't mind--- and you can pretend to be famous people"
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Why is it you bought a Timothy a Comme des Garcons suit and he left it in a bag in the back of your closet?" she chose to focus on only one of her friend's strange points.
"He prefers gross tweeds--- back in style now actually" Emily tittered. "In any case it will look fabulous on Jareth. I think *you* will look quite fabulous with Jareth on your arm, but---"
"Oh shut up" Sarah muttered, pushing past her into the family room. She flopped on the couch, careful not to slosh the hot coffee on herself.
Emily disappeared into her room/studio, where Sarah could hear the some old glam rock album blaring while she worked. For her part, Sarah smoked her way through another two cigarettes and finished off the coffee. She wasn't usually such a shameless smoker, but she felt she quite deserved it this morning.
The pillow she was laying on held a familiar scent she couldn't quite place but decided after a bit that it must have been Emily's perfume or shampoo or something similar. It smelled sweet, almost like burning sugar. Did Emily smell like that? No, she realized with a jolt, turning her face into the pillow. Jareth smelled like that, she remembered from being pulled into his embrace so many times to transport.
Wasn't it a bit weird that she recognized his smell? Was it weirder that she quite liked it? What on earth would cause a person to smell of sugar anyway? It was decidedly against his nature, Jareth was anything but sweet in all of his many different moods.
"What are you doing?"
Sarah exhaled a long stream of smoke and let her gaze rise to meet his. Her heart started to pound mercilessly in her chest and Sarah found she couldn't quite bring herself to breathe, as it were.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
Emily had been right. Jareth was quite wet and quite delicious at the moment. A towel was slung low around his thin hips and he looked rather bored and perhaps a bit cold as he stood there giving her an expectant look. Sarah couldn't believe her own reaction, man in a towel, so what. She'd seen many a man in a towel. She hadn't seen Jareth in a towel though. He looked very nice in a towel.
"I?" he said cockily "Am freezing, but you appear to be breathing smoke" wet strands of blonde hair fell over his face and he pushed it away hastily. One hand remained planted on his hip to keep his towel from slipping.
"I'm smoking," she said contemptuously as she sat and forced herself to look at his face and not as his milk pale chest, very thin but very taut and hard and attractive. Stop thinking about his chest, she commanded herself. "I haven't had a cigarette in a month, want some?"
Jareth raised an eyebrow and took the proffered cigarette. Sarah had not seen a pack of Marlboros her entire visit to the underground. She felt rather juvenile and ashamed to admit that Jareth looked tragically cool and Rock star like as he exhaled a stream of smoke and handed her the ciggie back.
"That's bad for you, you know" she said ironically
He sniffed, looking slightly amused at her tone and sighed "What will you have me wear, Sarah? I do not wish to stand here quite unclothed for much longer"
Despite herself, Sarah giggled and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry Jareth, er--- those black slacks and the white shirt" Dress up with Jareth. Oh, what fun.
He shot her a very bemused glance and waved his hand. "This?" he was suddenly dressed in the outfit and Sarah's mouth dropped open. Not just because he looked very good in Comme des Garcons, as one would imagine, but because she had always assumed he got dressed like a normal person. One leg at a time. Obviously, he was not such a normal person as she had been led to believe.
Jareth quite liked the comfortable mortal clothing. It wasn't tailored to his exact measurements, the pants were a bit long and a bit large but not noticeably. Sarah was obviously enjoying it. He wondered if it was the same experience for her as when he had seen her dressed in a proper ball gown the first time. At the moment she was once again dressed in drab grey and blue sweats that hid her figure.
"That's great" she sighed, "Really good."
Jareth shrugged and tossed the jacket over the crook of his arm. His hair was still quite damp and hanging in white blonds strands around his face.
"Er--- let's fix your hair" she hopped up and started for Emily's room.
He followed with a frown gracing his face as he heard Emily's music blaring loudly from within. "What is that music?"
Sarah paused and shot him a look. "Rebel, Rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel, Rebel, your face is a mess." She snorted with laughter as he applauded softly "Glam rock, its Emily's current obsession most likely."
"Hot tramp, I love you so?" Jareth repeated the lyric with raised eyebrows as they slipped into the studio.
"Hmm" Sarah blushed
Emily was fixing the hem on a red satin dress that hung on a mannequin. The portable phone was cradled between her shoulder and ear and she was gabbing on witlessly. Sarah was unsure how she could hear anything with the music going.
"Ooh! Sarah" she squealed "It's Fiona, say hello"
Sarah begrudgingly took the phone. She did not quite want to talk to Fiona, they never quite got a long well anymore and their conversations always ended with Fiona asking for drug money. "Hello?"
"Sarah! You fucking ran off with a British boy?!" Fiona's voice sounded scratchy and grated on Sarah's nerves.
"What?" Sarah mumbled looking at Jareth. He was laughing at something Emily had said and had taken to sitting on her bed. Emily brandished a pair of shears and started trimming a bit while continuing the streaming conversation that was mostly held up on her end.
"Oh sure, leave us all here to bloody well worry" Fiona's voice cracked and lowered "Hey, do you think it'll be fine if you loan me a couple hundred? I'm getting off this time for sure and I just need a pick me up before I go full stop"
Sarah sighed. Drug addicts were the worst. "Um, sure Fiona. But look, what did Emily say about Jareth?"
Her high pitched laughter made Sarah wince. "What? You're little London playboy, I'm fucking mad you didn't tell us."
"He's not my play---er---we're just friends" Sarah protested
"Sure" Fiona then made some very rude and colourful comments about the sex she assumed was occurring between Sarah and Jareth.
"Fiona! Shut up!" Sarah blushed. "Christ---"
"Am I coming over today?" her voice was suddenly distant. "Sevenish, I'll see you, Sarah. I love you and remember my money--- bye"
Sarah sighed and hung up the phone. That girl was incurable and insufferable. She turned back to Jareth and Emily. At least they were getting along like there were no separate world barriers between them. Emily had cut his hair quite nicely, instead of hanging in wet thick clumps down to his neck it was now rather hanging damp in his eyes and curling around his ears.
Emily was attempting to persuade him with a pleading pouty voice to please be her model. He looked amused, possibly flattered, but adamant about keeping his clothes on at the moment.
"Fine" she sighed dramatically and shifted her hand through his damp hair. "Shall I get the blow dryer?"
"Blow dryer?" He repeated warily
"To dry your hair"
Jareth pulled a face and snapped his wrist. The water from his hair sprang out in every direction, causing Emily and Sarah to squeal when it splattered them
"Honestly, magic doesn't fix everything" Emily said wiping her jacket.
Jareth glanced at Sarah, he looked much younger and much less frightening now. "No it isn't" he agreed. Sarah caught his eye and immediately looked away. *
An: Remember to Review, sorry it was so short.