Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of the characters from it.
However, there are a few characters I did create (Blaise, Iris, Gabryel,
Vanyel, Aurora, and Daemon) please don't steal them.
Description: This is my version of the story, flashing from Jareth's point of view to other characters in his court (and others.) When I watched the movie, I wondered why there weren't any other Faye in the story so I thought that I would try to write a story were he wasn't the only Faye and what would happen with those who were there.
Oh and please leave me a review, and not any really bad flamers, try not to crush my already deflated ego ( thanks - oh and if the quotes that are actually from the movie are wrong, please let me know what they are so I don't get bitch-slapped for writing them wrong.
Blaise
(Oh and the character Blaise in this story is NOT modeled after anyone.especially not me even though that's also my nickname.I just couldn't think of another name..oops.)
Chapter One.
~*~ Jareth sat atop his crude gold-lined throne, one leg casually draped across the left armrest with his back half supported by the other. This was the same bored expression he projected everyday to his court and goblin citizens. Jareth was constantly under judgment-always expected to be cruel, cold-hearted, distant; basically the perfect ruler of the goblins. Only, he didn't want it. His time here, his life in the Goblin City- the Underground- was without change: the same courtiers, the same mindless goblins, other Faye wanting his allegiance, and the same spoiled teenagers wishing their little siblings away (whom had done nothing wrong from Jareth's eyes.)
Sighing, Jareth put a gloved hand to his forehead, shielding two mismatched eyes and forcing strands of blonde and blue hair to fall in front of his face. Letting the noises of the goblins fade, Jareth let his thoughts drift to the mortal girl Sarah he had become obsessed with. He loved how she was intrigued with all things that her world loved to called fantasy.
Jareth noted the sound of soft footsteps-- too soft to come from any of his pitiful goblins, and he knew all too well who it was without looking. Blaise. Her long and lustrous black hair fell to her hips, framing her slender figure that was clad in a tight red dress that attracted much attention from those in the throne room.
"My lord," her voice came from a set of red laden lips, as she bowed down at his feet. Onyx eyes fueled with an inner fire peered up at Jareth.
"What is it?" the king replied in an irritable voice, motioning for the courtier to rise as he got up from his throne and started for a connecting room.
"All the courts are waiting for your choice on a bride, this being your twenty-first year as king. Would you like me to-" Jareth turned his gold and blue eyes on Blaise, silencing her words. Jareth didn't need to be told how to live his life. He was the king, he could do whatever he wanted-he didn't need to be told how to live his life.
"Jareth, You know what the law is.I think that it would be good for you," Blaise raised a hand and gently put it on Jareth's shoulder as had been done many times before. Giving him a need-a desire that could never be filled by the likes of her. Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed her wrists and thrust her body against the stone wall.
"And, what exactly does your opinion, or the law, for that matter, mean to me?" Jareth's mouth twisted into a predatorial smile. His eyes searched into hers, seeming to search the very depths of her being.
"Jareth." Blaise whispered, arching her back slightly in a futile attempt to bring her liege closer to her.
"You," the king said, throwing her hands down in disgust. "Are nothing to me. Do not ever think that I would ever be desperate enough to want someone like you."
Jareth walked to the balcony away from Blaise, not really caring what she did next-he was done with her and every other courtier who was up to the same thing. He sighed, looking at the Labyrinth, wishing that he could find someone worthy of him. Someone who didn't want him because he was the king, because he held so much power.but because, he was a man.
~*~
Blaise walked back to her friends in the throne room and then cocked her head so they got the point that she wanted to talk to them in private. Iris walked in first, dark greenish blue hair and amber eyes giving her an ethereal feel and making her look like the pure blood Faye that she was. Next came, Aurora with her flaming red, pixie styled hair and cat-like green eyes, she was one of the most mischievous Fae's in the underground.
"What is wrong this time?" Aurora asked nonchalantly while fiddling with her nails.
Iris walked over to Blaise, and put a hand on her arm in a comforting manner, attempting to be the mediator since there was no way she was going to get any help from Aurora.
"Tell me what's wrong," her voice was calm and serene, suiting her appearance perfectly.
"It's Jareth, he." Blaise took in a dramatic shuddering breath before continuing.
"Here we go again," muttered Aurora, taking out a small vile of what vaguely resembled alcohol.
~*~
Gabryel sat on the black velvet covered seat as he drifted in and out of hearing his two best friends discuss the latest gossip of the court.
"I heard that Iris had gone into discussion with the Elf King-do you think she'll marry him? 'Cause that would be a waste," Vanyel walked over to the window sill his black hair falling just below his shoulders and silver-grey eyes filled with slight contempt. He turned his back to it and tried to change the conversation to a lighter one. "So, do you think all these courtiers are here to see me or try to bed the king?"
"Are you sure you want to say such a thing about the great goblin king?!?!" Daemon used a snotty but booming voice impersonating the known advisor of the king, Aiden.
"You know who has been particularly.attentive to Jareth lately? Blaise, and I thought that she was just an innocent Fae," Vanyel sat down next to Gabryel and kicked his feet up onto the small table a foot in front of him.
"It happens to the best of them," Daemon sobbed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
"I wonder why," Gabryel muttered waking from his reverie, ignoring Daemon's last comment.
"What does that mean?" Vanyel turned his face to look at Gabryel, seeming to only now take notice of him.
"What, have you been blind? She does more than just talk to him if you know what I'm saying," Daemon said for Gabryel who seemed, once more, trapped in his own thoughts.
Gabryel got up and started to walk out of the room when his friend called out to him. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere."
~*~
Jareth pulled out one of his crystal orbs and gazed into it almost longingly. A young woman appeared, clad in medieval style clothing-she was acting out a play, and not just any play, The Labyrinth. Jareth had found out about fifteen or so years ago, a young Faye was banished from the Underground and decided that he would write a story about the Goblin King, in attempt to make him into a laughing stock when actually it did more good then harm. It helped his 'business' giving more teenagers the idea to wish their little siblings away.
His head titled to the side, and his mouth stretched into an innocent smile, making his features seem alien. This was probably what held him in thrall: how she loved to pretend that the all-powerful Goblin king existed and was in love with her-she had no idea how true her pretending was.
"Jareth," the king made the orb disappear and turned to see a Fae from his own kingdom standing there.
"Gabryel," Jareth drawled in his formal detached voice, and leaned back casually on the railing now behind him. He knew Gabryel better than most of the other courtiers from all the courts combined, mostly because he was the only courtier that had a brain and didn't want to dethrone him.
"There has been a lot of talk about your next so-called 'duty' as king. The courts want a queen.and I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't a certain courtier up for the position."
"Are you suggesting that I make Blaise my queen?" Jareth's hands made a disgusted gesture to show that the idea was insane.
Gabryel let out a small laugh, then, walked over to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the railing next to Jareth.
"No, that is not at all what I was suggesting. I was simply trying to inform you that if these certain people with their.special interests in you see you're your decision isn't pleasurable to them, then they may see you unfit to rule, My lord," Gabryel said handing a small golden necklace to Jareth, demonstrating his allegiance and the urge of Jareth's decision.
"You truly think they would try to dethrone me?"
"It has crossed my mind. It is also possible for them to try to do even more than that. Just.be careful of the other Fae. They would take any chance to break you if it suites them."
Jareth let out a long sigh and smiled at Gabryel, once again making his features soften and almost shocking to those who only saw him as the cold, cruel leader they all thought he was.
"Thank you."
~*~ "Blaise, you cannot just use your magic on Jareth, he's a king, and someone is going to notice that one moment he treats you one way then the next moment he is totally different. You are asking for trouble if you do this," Iris' serene voice was underlain with a slight panic as she tried to calm her 'friend.'
"Oh I am SO sorry. I now see the error of my ways," the words came out of Blaise's mouth practically dripping with sarcasm. "Please, who would even find out? No one. Honestly Iris, I often wonder if your allegiance is true."
Aurora giggled as her cheeks flushed-which was a tell-tale sign that she was up to no good (not to mention inebriated)-and she fell of the top of her stool, still giggling as she rolled on the floor.
"What are you going to do to him?" The pixie look-a-like said once she gathered herself onto her seat, starting to rock back-and-forth.
Blaise's beautiful face softened as she picked up a book, leafing through the pages. 'Make him love me."
"You know,' Iris said, again trying to be the voice of reason. "These love spells have a tendency to backfire. There has never been a cas-"
"Well," Blaise turned two smoky black eyes on Iris, eyes shooting daggers of hatred at the Fae. "I guess our friendship means less to you than one meaningless, girly-type of spell."
"I am trying to make sure you don't end up imprisoned or banished or. or something worse." Iris could feel her control leaving her. Her fear and agitation were taking her over, clouding her judgment and making her feel less like herself. She took a deep breath and waited for Blaise or Aurora to speak up.
"Ha, I hope you will forgive me of actually wanting a life. I do not need liars, such as you, as my friends." Aurora seemed to sober up, she wasn't rocking or giggling anymore, she must have sensed the seriousness of the conversation at hand was debating how she could help solve the argument.
"And how, pray tell, am I a liar?" Iris picked up a yellow gemstone from a shelf on the wall, clasped it and harnessing its power with her own in attempt to soothe her mind.
"You told me you would support me in all my decisions and-"
"And counsel you to choose the right path," Iris finished, regaining control of the conversation.
"This is my path."
~*~
Jareth was perched on a branch outside the mortal, Sarah's window in the form of an owl. He could take many forms, but he found that this one was one of the easiest for looking in on Sarah whenever he could. His beady, mismatched eyes peered through the window, watching the girl act like a spoiled child as she was forced to watch her baby brother Toby. Straining his senses, Jareth listened to the conversation she was having with the small child who could definitely not understand her complaints.
"You want a story? Alright, I give you a story. There was once this beautiful girl who was always forced by her evil stepmother to watch her little brother. But what no one knew was that the Goblin king had fallen in love with the girl and he gave her certain powers. 'Say your right words,' said the goblin. The girl knew she couldn't so she suffered in silence. Until, one day she said, she said.alright!" Sarah said exasperatedly since the child kept crying.
"Stop it already," she shook the baby slightly and boosted him so his face was eye level with her shoulder. "Do you want me to say the words? No, I mustn't," Sarah raised Toby so he was a full arms length away from her and bellowed dramatically, "Goblin king, Goblin king, wherever you may be, take this child of mine away from me."
Outside Jareth laughed to himself. Maybe that novel did need some revisions- especially in the wishing department. He guessed that the Faye who wrote it was not particularly involved with the inner court, or maybe he was just daft.
"I wish I did know what to say to make the goblins take you away." Sarah put her brother into his crib gently and walked to the door ignoring his helpless cries. Before flipping the light switch she turned halfway so she could see into the bedroom. "I wish the goblins would take you away. Right now."
Jareth almost swore to himself, but there was no way to undo what Sara herself had wished for. He knew almost instantaneously that his goblin minions storming into the room and taking Toby away to the Underground.
'Toby?" Sarah's worried voice stirred the room, causing a pang in Jareth's heart. This was his cue, to appear once the spoiled child re-entered the room, and offer her all her dreams. This was the test that was given to all of them-and the one that they all managed to fail.
Sarah heard noises in the room, turning around several times apparently making herself dizzy trying to locate the intruders. Jareth forced the window to open and seemed to appear out of nowhere. Jareth was wearing a button down white silk shirt, a tight pair of jet black pants that were tucked into a pair of black ankle boots. His long blue-streaked blonde hair fell around his handsome face, framing it as lovers' hands should.
Sarah gasped, taking in the awe of Jareth's appearance-he waited in measured patience he always had this effect on mortals, he didn't mind so much. He knew how alluring Fae's appeared to mortals and it usually took a moment or so for the spell to wear off.
"You're him, aren't you? The Goblin King," Sarah steadied herself and tried to act proud despite her fear.
'Yes, Sarah," said Jareth, taking a step forward. Sarah glanced to the side, seeming to gather her thoughts as Jareth took in the joys of being so close to her. He noticed that her gorgeous hazel eyes had an outer rim of dark blue, light green in the middle and an orangey red surrounding the pupil. He noticed the four freckles on her nose, and how she smelled liked like roses-perhaps because she was wearing a crown of them earlier when acting. Snapping back into reality he narrowed his eyes on her and waited for her to talk.
"Thank you, but, I want my brother back if it's all the same."
"What's said is said, Sarah." Jareth pulled out a crystal ball, starting to fiddle with it, forming his easiest illusion that fascinated everyone that had seen it. "Do you know what this is Sarah? It's your dreams." Jareth felt himself tense as he started to continue, not exactly sure of his sudden reaction.
"Do you want it? Then forget about the baby." Jareth felt a strange heat sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure what was coming over him, at first he thought it was a spell, but that was impossible.
"I can't," Sarah said simply, crystalline tears forming in her perfect hazel eyes. Jareth sighed, he wanted with all his heart to give her whatever she wished.but this wasn't his choice: it was his duty. 'The one girl who could have whatever she wants and would give it up for the love of an infant brother. And the one girl who might pass the test.' Jareth's thoughts went up in a whirlwind.
Description: This is my version of the story, flashing from Jareth's point of view to other characters in his court (and others.) When I watched the movie, I wondered why there weren't any other Faye in the story so I thought that I would try to write a story were he wasn't the only Faye and what would happen with those who were there.
Oh and please leave me a review, and not any really bad flamers, try not to crush my already deflated ego ( thanks - oh and if the quotes that are actually from the movie are wrong, please let me know what they are so I don't get bitch-slapped for writing them wrong.
Blaise
(Oh and the character Blaise in this story is NOT modeled after anyone.especially not me even though that's also my nickname.I just couldn't think of another name..oops.)
Chapter One.
~*~ Jareth sat atop his crude gold-lined throne, one leg casually draped across the left armrest with his back half supported by the other. This was the same bored expression he projected everyday to his court and goblin citizens. Jareth was constantly under judgment-always expected to be cruel, cold-hearted, distant; basically the perfect ruler of the goblins. Only, he didn't want it. His time here, his life in the Goblin City- the Underground- was without change: the same courtiers, the same mindless goblins, other Faye wanting his allegiance, and the same spoiled teenagers wishing their little siblings away (whom had done nothing wrong from Jareth's eyes.)
Sighing, Jareth put a gloved hand to his forehead, shielding two mismatched eyes and forcing strands of blonde and blue hair to fall in front of his face. Letting the noises of the goblins fade, Jareth let his thoughts drift to the mortal girl Sarah he had become obsessed with. He loved how she was intrigued with all things that her world loved to called fantasy.
Jareth noted the sound of soft footsteps-- too soft to come from any of his pitiful goblins, and he knew all too well who it was without looking. Blaise. Her long and lustrous black hair fell to her hips, framing her slender figure that was clad in a tight red dress that attracted much attention from those in the throne room.
"My lord," her voice came from a set of red laden lips, as she bowed down at his feet. Onyx eyes fueled with an inner fire peered up at Jareth.
"What is it?" the king replied in an irritable voice, motioning for the courtier to rise as he got up from his throne and started for a connecting room.
"All the courts are waiting for your choice on a bride, this being your twenty-first year as king. Would you like me to-" Jareth turned his gold and blue eyes on Blaise, silencing her words. Jareth didn't need to be told how to live his life. He was the king, he could do whatever he wanted-he didn't need to be told how to live his life.
"Jareth, You know what the law is.I think that it would be good for you," Blaise raised a hand and gently put it on Jareth's shoulder as had been done many times before. Giving him a need-a desire that could never be filled by the likes of her. Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed her wrists and thrust her body against the stone wall.
"And, what exactly does your opinion, or the law, for that matter, mean to me?" Jareth's mouth twisted into a predatorial smile. His eyes searched into hers, seeming to search the very depths of her being.
"Jareth." Blaise whispered, arching her back slightly in a futile attempt to bring her liege closer to her.
"You," the king said, throwing her hands down in disgust. "Are nothing to me. Do not ever think that I would ever be desperate enough to want someone like you."
Jareth walked to the balcony away from Blaise, not really caring what she did next-he was done with her and every other courtier who was up to the same thing. He sighed, looking at the Labyrinth, wishing that he could find someone worthy of him. Someone who didn't want him because he was the king, because he held so much power.but because, he was a man.
~*~
Blaise walked back to her friends in the throne room and then cocked her head so they got the point that she wanted to talk to them in private. Iris walked in first, dark greenish blue hair and amber eyes giving her an ethereal feel and making her look like the pure blood Faye that she was. Next came, Aurora with her flaming red, pixie styled hair and cat-like green eyes, she was one of the most mischievous Fae's in the underground.
"What is wrong this time?" Aurora asked nonchalantly while fiddling with her nails.
Iris walked over to Blaise, and put a hand on her arm in a comforting manner, attempting to be the mediator since there was no way she was going to get any help from Aurora.
"Tell me what's wrong," her voice was calm and serene, suiting her appearance perfectly.
"It's Jareth, he." Blaise took in a dramatic shuddering breath before continuing.
"Here we go again," muttered Aurora, taking out a small vile of what vaguely resembled alcohol.
~*~
Gabryel sat on the black velvet covered seat as he drifted in and out of hearing his two best friends discuss the latest gossip of the court.
"I heard that Iris had gone into discussion with the Elf King-do you think she'll marry him? 'Cause that would be a waste," Vanyel walked over to the window sill his black hair falling just below his shoulders and silver-grey eyes filled with slight contempt. He turned his back to it and tried to change the conversation to a lighter one. "So, do you think all these courtiers are here to see me or try to bed the king?"
"Are you sure you want to say such a thing about the great goblin king?!?!" Daemon used a snotty but booming voice impersonating the known advisor of the king, Aiden.
"You know who has been particularly.attentive to Jareth lately? Blaise, and I thought that she was just an innocent Fae," Vanyel sat down next to Gabryel and kicked his feet up onto the small table a foot in front of him.
"It happens to the best of them," Daemon sobbed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
"I wonder why," Gabryel muttered waking from his reverie, ignoring Daemon's last comment.
"What does that mean?" Vanyel turned his face to look at Gabryel, seeming to only now take notice of him.
"What, have you been blind? She does more than just talk to him if you know what I'm saying," Daemon said for Gabryel who seemed, once more, trapped in his own thoughts.
Gabryel got up and started to walk out of the room when his friend called out to him. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere."
~*~
Jareth pulled out one of his crystal orbs and gazed into it almost longingly. A young woman appeared, clad in medieval style clothing-she was acting out a play, and not just any play, The Labyrinth. Jareth had found out about fifteen or so years ago, a young Faye was banished from the Underground and decided that he would write a story about the Goblin King, in attempt to make him into a laughing stock when actually it did more good then harm. It helped his 'business' giving more teenagers the idea to wish their little siblings away.
His head titled to the side, and his mouth stretched into an innocent smile, making his features seem alien. This was probably what held him in thrall: how she loved to pretend that the all-powerful Goblin king existed and was in love with her-she had no idea how true her pretending was.
"Jareth," the king made the orb disappear and turned to see a Fae from his own kingdom standing there.
"Gabryel," Jareth drawled in his formal detached voice, and leaned back casually on the railing now behind him. He knew Gabryel better than most of the other courtiers from all the courts combined, mostly because he was the only courtier that had a brain and didn't want to dethrone him.
"There has been a lot of talk about your next so-called 'duty' as king. The courts want a queen.and I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't a certain courtier up for the position."
"Are you suggesting that I make Blaise my queen?" Jareth's hands made a disgusted gesture to show that the idea was insane.
Gabryel let out a small laugh, then, walked over to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the railing next to Jareth.
"No, that is not at all what I was suggesting. I was simply trying to inform you that if these certain people with their.special interests in you see you're your decision isn't pleasurable to them, then they may see you unfit to rule, My lord," Gabryel said handing a small golden necklace to Jareth, demonstrating his allegiance and the urge of Jareth's decision.
"You truly think they would try to dethrone me?"
"It has crossed my mind. It is also possible for them to try to do even more than that. Just.be careful of the other Fae. They would take any chance to break you if it suites them."
Jareth let out a long sigh and smiled at Gabryel, once again making his features soften and almost shocking to those who only saw him as the cold, cruel leader they all thought he was.
"Thank you."
~*~ "Blaise, you cannot just use your magic on Jareth, he's a king, and someone is going to notice that one moment he treats you one way then the next moment he is totally different. You are asking for trouble if you do this," Iris' serene voice was underlain with a slight panic as she tried to calm her 'friend.'
"Oh I am SO sorry. I now see the error of my ways," the words came out of Blaise's mouth practically dripping with sarcasm. "Please, who would even find out? No one. Honestly Iris, I often wonder if your allegiance is true."
Aurora giggled as her cheeks flushed-which was a tell-tale sign that she was up to no good (not to mention inebriated)-and she fell of the top of her stool, still giggling as she rolled on the floor.
"What are you going to do to him?" The pixie look-a-like said once she gathered herself onto her seat, starting to rock back-and-forth.
Blaise's beautiful face softened as she picked up a book, leafing through the pages. 'Make him love me."
"You know,' Iris said, again trying to be the voice of reason. "These love spells have a tendency to backfire. There has never been a cas-"
"Well," Blaise turned two smoky black eyes on Iris, eyes shooting daggers of hatred at the Fae. "I guess our friendship means less to you than one meaningless, girly-type of spell."
"I am trying to make sure you don't end up imprisoned or banished or. or something worse." Iris could feel her control leaving her. Her fear and agitation were taking her over, clouding her judgment and making her feel less like herself. She took a deep breath and waited for Blaise or Aurora to speak up.
"Ha, I hope you will forgive me of actually wanting a life. I do not need liars, such as you, as my friends." Aurora seemed to sober up, she wasn't rocking or giggling anymore, she must have sensed the seriousness of the conversation at hand was debating how she could help solve the argument.
"And how, pray tell, am I a liar?" Iris picked up a yellow gemstone from a shelf on the wall, clasped it and harnessing its power with her own in attempt to soothe her mind.
"You told me you would support me in all my decisions and-"
"And counsel you to choose the right path," Iris finished, regaining control of the conversation.
"This is my path."
~*~
Jareth was perched on a branch outside the mortal, Sarah's window in the form of an owl. He could take many forms, but he found that this one was one of the easiest for looking in on Sarah whenever he could. His beady, mismatched eyes peered through the window, watching the girl act like a spoiled child as she was forced to watch her baby brother Toby. Straining his senses, Jareth listened to the conversation she was having with the small child who could definitely not understand her complaints.
"You want a story? Alright, I give you a story. There was once this beautiful girl who was always forced by her evil stepmother to watch her little brother. But what no one knew was that the Goblin king had fallen in love with the girl and he gave her certain powers. 'Say your right words,' said the goblin. The girl knew she couldn't so she suffered in silence. Until, one day she said, she said.alright!" Sarah said exasperatedly since the child kept crying.
"Stop it already," she shook the baby slightly and boosted him so his face was eye level with her shoulder. "Do you want me to say the words? No, I mustn't," Sarah raised Toby so he was a full arms length away from her and bellowed dramatically, "Goblin king, Goblin king, wherever you may be, take this child of mine away from me."
Outside Jareth laughed to himself. Maybe that novel did need some revisions- especially in the wishing department. He guessed that the Faye who wrote it was not particularly involved with the inner court, or maybe he was just daft.
"I wish I did know what to say to make the goblins take you away." Sarah put her brother into his crib gently and walked to the door ignoring his helpless cries. Before flipping the light switch she turned halfway so she could see into the bedroom. "I wish the goblins would take you away. Right now."
Jareth almost swore to himself, but there was no way to undo what Sara herself had wished for. He knew almost instantaneously that his goblin minions storming into the room and taking Toby away to the Underground.
'Toby?" Sarah's worried voice stirred the room, causing a pang in Jareth's heart. This was his cue, to appear once the spoiled child re-entered the room, and offer her all her dreams. This was the test that was given to all of them-and the one that they all managed to fail.
Sarah heard noises in the room, turning around several times apparently making herself dizzy trying to locate the intruders. Jareth forced the window to open and seemed to appear out of nowhere. Jareth was wearing a button down white silk shirt, a tight pair of jet black pants that were tucked into a pair of black ankle boots. His long blue-streaked blonde hair fell around his handsome face, framing it as lovers' hands should.
Sarah gasped, taking in the awe of Jareth's appearance-he waited in measured patience he always had this effect on mortals, he didn't mind so much. He knew how alluring Fae's appeared to mortals and it usually took a moment or so for the spell to wear off.
"You're him, aren't you? The Goblin King," Sarah steadied herself and tried to act proud despite her fear.
'Yes, Sarah," said Jareth, taking a step forward. Sarah glanced to the side, seeming to gather her thoughts as Jareth took in the joys of being so close to her. He noticed that her gorgeous hazel eyes had an outer rim of dark blue, light green in the middle and an orangey red surrounding the pupil. He noticed the four freckles on her nose, and how she smelled liked like roses-perhaps because she was wearing a crown of them earlier when acting. Snapping back into reality he narrowed his eyes on her and waited for her to talk.
"Thank you, but, I want my brother back if it's all the same."
"What's said is said, Sarah." Jareth pulled out a crystal ball, starting to fiddle with it, forming his easiest illusion that fascinated everyone that had seen it. "Do you know what this is Sarah? It's your dreams." Jareth felt himself tense as he started to continue, not exactly sure of his sudden reaction.
"Do you want it? Then forget about the baby." Jareth felt a strange heat sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure what was coming over him, at first he thought it was a spell, but that was impossible.
"I can't," Sarah said simply, crystalline tears forming in her perfect hazel eyes. Jareth sighed, he wanted with all his heart to give her whatever she wished.but this wasn't his choice: it was his duty. 'The one girl who could have whatever she wants and would give it up for the love of an infant brother. And the one girl who might pass the test.' Jareth's thoughts went up in a whirlwind.