For Madannekidd. Laby fluff. I wrote fluff. ::shudders:: Oh, and this is my first 100 word drabble.
Taking Flight.
By: Euro
A bird.
Sighing, Sarah sits down in the grass, closing her eyes. "Hope is a thing with wings," she quietly murmurs, "It flies."
A flutter of wings; a hand on her shoulder - "Does that make me hope, Sarah?"
"That," she says, grinning playfully, "Or the blue bird of happiness."
"Oh?" Jareth asks, amusement twisting his tone. "Does my presence make you happy?"
She shrugs, "On occasion."
She can feel his smile curve along his lips, just as she can feel his fingers lacing through her hair. "Only on occasion, love?"
"You're a thing with wings," she says tenderly, "You fly."
(END)