Guess what? I don't want to study. And I have discovered a great way of
getting out of studying. I write fan fiction. More fun and more educational
(keeeeeeeeeeeeeep telling yourself that, Lyra...) Anyhow, I give you
chapter 6, the chapter where everyone gets the fluffy romance they've
always wanted. Jareth moves fast, what can we say? This chapter title
brought to you by the lyrics from "The Rainbow Connection". *holds up the
APPLAUSE sign*
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. It's a hard truth, but I'm learning to live with it.
*...* = Heart Speak/telepathy
"..." = Spoken words
Between Dreams and Reality
By Lyra Matsuoka
Rated PG-13
Chapter 6: The Lovers, The Dreamers
Sarah was drowning. Her hands were buried in Jareth's hair, his arms were around her waist, and their lips were engaged in the most pleasant manner that Sarah could think of. Not that she was doing much thinking at the moment.
Jareth growled deep in his throat and pulled Sarah closer, or rather, tightened his hold on her. They were as close as it was possible for them to be. Sarah gasped as the pendants clinked and met fully. Confused and jumbled images shot through her head; some were people and creatures she recognized, others were places and times unfamiliar to her. Sarah whimpered, but the flood only increased. And all the while Sarah felt Jareth's arms around her.
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Luster lounged in mid air, directing the goblins to and fro. Everything had to be ready by Midsummer, and they had a very limited amount of time. The ballroom looked lovely, the marble floor and pillars polished, sparkling sweeps of cloth decorating the balconies. The theme was marvelous, all midnight blue and sparkling silver, and Luster was feeling rather pleased with herself. All the while, however, she kept an eye on the crystal that hovered to her right. She was inordinately pleased with the way things were going, and she wasn't about to let her best friend muck it all up.
Without warning, the crystal burst into a supernova of light. Luster started and covered her eyes. The goblins dropped what they were doing and ran from the ballroom in haste. With a curse, Luster caught all the decorations they had been hanging and secured them in place, grabbing the crystal as she did so.
Slowly, the light had dimmed to a gentle glow. Luster peered into the crystal, dumbstruck. She saw two people, but there was something new about them, something that the physical contact had revealed. It simply wasn't possible...
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A white light engulfed her soul, blinding and beautiful. All the colors of the rainbow shone in the blaze, and Sarah felt it shimmering through her veins. Then she was falling, only to be stopped by a soft cushion that she couldn't see. Shaking her head slightly, Sarah looked around, completely confused. She felt weightless, disconnected, as though all that were allowed was a pleasant tranquility. A soft shifting light surrounded her, looking a bit like the Aurora that could be seen in the far north. It was vibrant and beautiful. It was safe, and Sarah was alone.
In this world, there was no sense of time. Sarah took advantage of this, and examined the jumble of emotions running through her. They weren't new; in fact, they all felt as old as time. She was a attracted to Jareth, yes, and had been since he had first flown through her window.
He had kidnapped her brother.
She had asked him to.
He had somehow trapped her into returning to the Labyrinth.
She had wanted to.
He had kissed her.
She had kissed him back.
He had bound her to him in a way she didn't understand.
Sarah smiled. She would have been disappointed otherwise. It might have been just slightly anticlimactic for the Goblin King to arrive on her doorstep asking for an ordinary date. And this, this was the stuff of her dreams, and of every little girls imagination. A dashing prince, an evil villain; though she had never thought they might be the same person.
Sarah frowned. Didn't she hate the Goblin King? No, hate was far too strong a term. If she hated him, she would wish him dead...or worse. And Sarah was of the opinion that the world was a far more interesting place with Jareth in it. No, she did not hate the Goblin King. The annoyance at her impromptu visit was fading, and had been for some time. After all, every dream, every piece she ever wrote was based upon the Labyrinth. Deep inside she had always wanted to return.
Perhaps this was where she belonged. Jareth had been right, in a way. The Labyrinth would bend to her will...but only because she had left part of her soul in this place. The part of her that was never content, that always looked for magic and found Aboveground lacking...that piece of her was bound to the Labyrinth.
That part of her was still not content. It clamored for something more, and the rest of her chimed in agreement. Her whole being ached for...
Jareth?
Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. This was going to be interesting. How did one go about being in love with an immortal magic user, and being that was feared in all realms and ruled over one of the most complex magical places of all time?
It was with that thought that Sarah felt herself falling again. This time she landed gently on her feet, as opposed to being cushioned in light and color. She took in the sight around her.
She was standing in a field; a large open field where soft green grass carpeted the ground and wildflowers grew in abundance. The sun was shining, and Sarah felt a playful breeze tug at her clothing.
Looking around, Sarah saw no one else. It was peaceful, but a little frightening. She felt completely alone, and yet she was not lonely. There was someone else with her. There was another person nearby.
*This is the place where minds meet. Our minds, to be specific.*
Sarah heard the voice as if the speaker were just behind her, but a search revealed no one. Sarah blinked, and Jareth was there, standing in front of her with a gentle smile on his face. Sarah started at the gentle amusement in his eyes. And there was something else...surprise?
*What's going on?*
*This is neutral ground. Here our minds are on the same level of existence, the same plane of thought and emotion. We are equals here.*
When Jareth spoke, his lips did not move. Sarah felt the words vibrate through her.
*Heart Speak.*
*Is that like telepathy?*
*In essence, yes. But Heart Speak travels a different pathway, and is a very different language.*
Sarah shook her head. This was all complicated, and while interesting, she was more interested in other things.
*So this is...my mind?*
*No. That is your mind,* Jareth replied, pointing behind her. Sarah turned and gasped. Behind her was a lovely building, a fairy castle carved of one piece of marble. Flags waved from the turrets and light glittered in the windows. Sarah smiled. Just like her fantasies. In her mind, all this was real. She turned with a smile, and glanced behind Jareth. His mind took the shape of a forest, dark and twisting, but with patches of glittering sunlight.
Sarah smiled slightly and glanced at the meadow in which she now stood. Lush green grass, wildflowers everywhere, and music. There was a soft, achingly sweet music playing in the background. It teased the edges of Sarah's memory, and she felt herself being drawn back toward the palace in the distance. Sarah let the thought slide away, and the pull ceased. In a flash of insight, Sarah understood. Her memories were in that place. She would have to return to her own mind to discover what lay in the rooms of that place. Sarah shook her head. Now was not the time. There were questions to be answered. Sarah turned back to Jareth.
*Why are we here? I thought we were...*
*We still are. Our physical bodies anyway. It is our souls conversing, our minds that create this place.*
*Because of the pendants?*
*Not entirely. The pendants amplify the connection that makes this possible. If we were to continue practicing as we are now, we would eventually be able to do this on our own. No jewelry required.*
*But, if this is the meeting of our minds, does that mean I could shape the surroundings?*
*Yes. As could I.*
Sarah closed her eyes and pictured the flowing white dress she had seen in a movie once. It had been beautiful and it would fit this place so very well. Sarah felt linen brush her leg and opened her eyes. The green silk was gone and she stood in the white dress. She smiled again and twirled around, feeling Jareth's eyes on her.
*That's amazing!*
*It is your mind. In your mind, there is nothing you cannot do. Your dreams are real in this place.*
Jareth was looking at her wonderingly, as though he couldn't quite believe they were having this conversation. Sarah watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath, as if savoring every moment spent in this place.
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Luster continued gazing into the crystal. Sarah and Jareth were still kissing, and Luster was getting worried. That flash of light had been special, and it indicated something that was incredibly rare. Luster reached out with her magic and transported the bodies of Jareth and Sarah to the bed. She narrowed her eyes.
Luster was certain she knew what was going on, and all that she could do for now was wait and see if her theory proved correct.
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*Why are you here, Jareth?*
The question brought a halt to everything. Jareth did not move. A slight breeze ruffled Sarah's hair and clothing as she waited for his answer.
*It isn't that it bothers me. Well, I haven't quite decided if it bothers me or not. But how is it that you share my mind and no one else does?*
Jareth did not answer right away, and when he did answer, he did not do so with words. Instead, he reached out one hand and caressed her cheek. Then, with infinite tenderness, Jareth brushed his lips across hers. Sarah gasped. She felt a tug, a sharp pull and then a feeling of completeness. She opened her eyes and drew in a breath. Jareth was glowing a soft gold. Sarah looked down at her hands and saw that she too was glowing gently. The whole meadow was. As she watched, the meadow dissolved and condensed into a long golden line that arched over the two of them. Sarah saw it touch the tallest tower of her castle, and the tallest tree in Jareth's forest.
A connection.
Sarah looked at the line, her heart beating faster with every passing moment.
*What is that?*
*We have been connected since you solved my Labyrinth, Sarah. This is a tangible expression of the bond between the two people who hold sway over a very powerful magical place.*
Sarah shook her head.
Jareth smiled lightly.
*This sort of a bond can only exist once for a Fae. You are the other half of my magic. A balancer.*
*A soul mate?*
Jareth smiled enigmatically.
*Would that disappoint you?*
Sarah paused, unsure how to answer. Finally, she answered not the question he had asked, but the one she felt he truly wanted the answer to.
*I haven't believed in true love for longer than I can remember.*
Jareth tipped his head to one side and folded his arms over his chest.
*That isn't true Sarah. You remember very well when you believed in true love. And you are angry, because you believe I took that belief from you.*
Sarah said nothing. She did remember; the ballroom, the search, the last time she had truly believed that a prince might come and carry her off into the sunset. She looked off to the side, and saw that the line was gone. Everything had faded, and now the golden glow had formed a glittering room. Sarah looked down at herself and gasped.
She was wearing a silver dress with short poofy sleeves, the bodice tight and the skirt large. Her hair was upswept and styled perfectly. She looked around. There were people, but they were no longer masked. The scene was exactly as she remembered it, but it seemed far less threatening. Sarah felt a hand fall on her shoulder and turned. There stood Jareth, wearing the stunning outfit she remembered so well.
"Allow me the chance to return what I stole," he murmured, speaking aloud this time, holding out his arms. Without a second thought, Sarah moved into his embrace. The music began, and Jareth began to dance, leading Sarah into the steps of a perfect waltz.
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes
Sarah smiled slightly as the words of the song washed over her. Jareth was singing to her once again, and this time she didn't feel hazy at all. There was no lingering sense of purpose. Sarah allowed herself to be swept away by Jareth's voice. The couples around them moved away, and Sarah saw that everyone was dancing. This was a perfect image of how love should be.
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll place my love between the stars.
Sarah tipped her head up to look at Jareth. This was how she wanted it to be, how she had longed for it to be in the deepest part of her heart. Somewhere, she had always wondered what would have happened if she had stayed with him in the ballroom, instead of pushing the other guests to the side and running away, leaving a piece of her innocence behind.
Jareth stopped moving.
"Sarah..."
She stopped his words with a finger across his lips.
*Thank you Jareth. Thank you.*
And their lips touched again. And it was so much more than a simple kiss. It was forgiveness. Jareth had taken her hope, and returned it. True, he had been a bit underhanded in achieving his goal, but she would have expected nothing else.
The ballroom dissolved, and Sarah was falling. Falling back into her body. She opened her eyes, and saw Jareth looking at her carefully.
Sarah pushed herself up on the bed...the bed? How had they...Luster. It must have been Luster. Sarah smiled as she looked out the window. Night was falling in the Labyrinth, and Sarah could see what appeared to be stars. Lights were twinkling down in the goblin city, and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Covered trays sat on a small table; Sarah assumed that was dinner. With a smile, Sarah looked back at Jareth.
"Valentine evenings, you said."
And the smile that Jareth bestowed upon her was brighter than the rising moon.
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Luster resisted the urge to cheer and dance. This was wonderful. Jareth and Sarah had realized what had always been there, and it had been relatively painless. Fabulous!
Luster reflected on the options she now had. Valentine evenings was right. Conjuring a crystal, she sent it to Jareth. It returned quickly. He liked the idea. That gave her something to do.
Luster looked once more at the envelope that sat beside her. The official acceptance of the Queen Amalthea and Prince Kemal; such a harmless thing, and yet the repercussions were endless and varied. The Midsummer Night Ball was going to be interesting.
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Was this pure fluff? Let me think...YES!! I like fluff, myself, and every now and then I get the urge to write a totally fluffy chapter. I am indulging my romantic side. Tee hee!
So, please review and let me know what you think. Lots of J/S action in upcoming chapters, not to mention Luster being romantic, clever, and downright devious! Stay tuned!
Peace, Love and All That Jazz,
Lyra
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. It's a hard truth, but I'm learning to live with it.
*...* = Heart Speak/telepathy
"..." = Spoken words
Between Dreams and Reality
By Lyra Matsuoka
Rated PG-13
Chapter 6: The Lovers, The Dreamers
Sarah was drowning. Her hands were buried in Jareth's hair, his arms were around her waist, and their lips were engaged in the most pleasant manner that Sarah could think of. Not that she was doing much thinking at the moment.
Jareth growled deep in his throat and pulled Sarah closer, or rather, tightened his hold on her. They were as close as it was possible for them to be. Sarah gasped as the pendants clinked and met fully. Confused and jumbled images shot through her head; some were people and creatures she recognized, others were places and times unfamiliar to her. Sarah whimpered, but the flood only increased. And all the while Sarah felt Jareth's arms around her.
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Luster lounged in mid air, directing the goblins to and fro. Everything had to be ready by Midsummer, and they had a very limited amount of time. The ballroom looked lovely, the marble floor and pillars polished, sparkling sweeps of cloth decorating the balconies. The theme was marvelous, all midnight blue and sparkling silver, and Luster was feeling rather pleased with herself. All the while, however, she kept an eye on the crystal that hovered to her right. She was inordinately pleased with the way things were going, and she wasn't about to let her best friend muck it all up.
Without warning, the crystal burst into a supernova of light. Luster started and covered her eyes. The goblins dropped what they were doing and ran from the ballroom in haste. With a curse, Luster caught all the decorations they had been hanging and secured them in place, grabbing the crystal as she did so.
Slowly, the light had dimmed to a gentle glow. Luster peered into the crystal, dumbstruck. She saw two people, but there was something new about them, something that the physical contact had revealed. It simply wasn't possible...
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A white light engulfed her soul, blinding and beautiful. All the colors of the rainbow shone in the blaze, and Sarah felt it shimmering through her veins. Then she was falling, only to be stopped by a soft cushion that she couldn't see. Shaking her head slightly, Sarah looked around, completely confused. She felt weightless, disconnected, as though all that were allowed was a pleasant tranquility. A soft shifting light surrounded her, looking a bit like the Aurora that could be seen in the far north. It was vibrant and beautiful. It was safe, and Sarah was alone.
In this world, there was no sense of time. Sarah took advantage of this, and examined the jumble of emotions running through her. They weren't new; in fact, they all felt as old as time. She was a attracted to Jareth, yes, and had been since he had first flown through her window.
He had kidnapped her brother.
She had asked him to.
He had somehow trapped her into returning to the Labyrinth.
She had wanted to.
He had kissed her.
She had kissed him back.
He had bound her to him in a way she didn't understand.
Sarah smiled. She would have been disappointed otherwise. It might have been just slightly anticlimactic for the Goblin King to arrive on her doorstep asking for an ordinary date. And this, this was the stuff of her dreams, and of every little girls imagination. A dashing prince, an evil villain; though she had never thought they might be the same person.
Sarah frowned. Didn't she hate the Goblin King? No, hate was far too strong a term. If she hated him, she would wish him dead...or worse. And Sarah was of the opinion that the world was a far more interesting place with Jareth in it. No, she did not hate the Goblin King. The annoyance at her impromptu visit was fading, and had been for some time. After all, every dream, every piece she ever wrote was based upon the Labyrinth. Deep inside she had always wanted to return.
Perhaps this was where she belonged. Jareth had been right, in a way. The Labyrinth would bend to her will...but only because she had left part of her soul in this place. The part of her that was never content, that always looked for magic and found Aboveground lacking...that piece of her was bound to the Labyrinth.
That part of her was still not content. It clamored for something more, and the rest of her chimed in agreement. Her whole being ached for...
Jareth?
Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. This was going to be interesting. How did one go about being in love with an immortal magic user, and being that was feared in all realms and ruled over one of the most complex magical places of all time?
It was with that thought that Sarah felt herself falling again. This time she landed gently on her feet, as opposed to being cushioned in light and color. She took in the sight around her.
She was standing in a field; a large open field where soft green grass carpeted the ground and wildflowers grew in abundance. The sun was shining, and Sarah felt a playful breeze tug at her clothing.
Looking around, Sarah saw no one else. It was peaceful, but a little frightening. She felt completely alone, and yet she was not lonely. There was someone else with her. There was another person nearby.
*This is the place where minds meet. Our minds, to be specific.*
Sarah heard the voice as if the speaker were just behind her, but a search revealed no one. Sarah blinked, and Jareth was there, standing in front of her with a gentle smile on his face. Sarah started at the gentle amusement in his eyes. And there was something else...surprise?
*What's going on?*
*This is neutral ground. Here our minds are on the same level of existence, the same plane of thought and emotion. We are equals here.*
When Jareth spoke, his lips did not move. Sarah felt the words vibrate through her.
*Heart Speak.*
*Is that like telepathy?*
*In essence, yes. But Heart Speak travels a different pathway, and is a very different language.*
Sarah shook her head. This was all complicated, and while interesting, she was more interested in other things.
*So this is...my mind?*
*No. That is your mind,* Jareth replied, pointing behind her. Sarah turned and gasped. Behind her was a lovely building, a fairy castle carved of one piece of marble. Flags waved from the turrets and light glittered in the windows. Sarah smiled. Just like her fantasies. In her mind, all this was real. She turned with a smile, and glanced behind Jareth. His mind took the shape of a forest, dark and twisting, but with patches of glittering sunlight.
Sarah smiled slightly and glanced at the meadow in which she now stood. Lush green grass, wildflowers everywhere, and music. There was a soft, achingly sweet music playing in the background. It teased the edges of Sarah's memory, and she felt herself being drawn back toward the palace in the distance. Sarah let the thought slide away, and the pull ceased. In a flash of insight, Sarah understood. Her memories were in that place. She would have to return to her own mind to discover what lay in the rooms of that place. Sarah shook her head. Now was not the time. There were questions to be answered. Sarah turned back to Jareth.
*Why are we here? I thought we were...*
*We still are. Our physical bodies anyway. It is our souls conversing, our minds that create this place.*
*Because of the pendants?*
*Not entirely. The pendants amplify the connection that makes this possible. If we were to continue practicing as we are now, we would eventually be able to do this on our own. No jewelry required.*
*But, if this is the meeting of our minds, does that mean I could shape the surroundings?*
*Yes. As could I.*
Sarah closed her eyes and pictured the flowing white dress she had seen in a movie once. It had been beautiful and it would fit this place so very well. Sarah felt linen brush her leg and opened her eyes. The green silk was gone and she stood in the white dress. She smiled again and twirled around, feeling Jareth's eyes on her.
*That's amazing!*
*It is your mind. In your mind, there is nothing you cannot do. Your dreams are real in this place.*
Jareth was looking at her wonderingly, as though he couldn't quite believe they were having this conversation. Sarah watched him close his eyes and take a deep breath, as if savoring every moment spent in this place.
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Luster continued gazing into the crystal. Sarah and Jareth were still kissing, and Luster was getting worried. That flash of light had been special, and it indicated something that was incredibly rare. Luster reached out with her magic and transported the bodies of Jareth and Sarah to the bed. She narrowed her eyes.
Luster was certain she knew what was going on, and all that she could do for now was wait and see if her theory proved correct.
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*Why are you here, Jareth?*
The question brought a halt to everything. Jareth did not move. A slight breeze ruffled Sarah's hair and clothing as she waited for his answer.
*It isn't that it bothers me. Well, I haven't quite decided if it bothers me or not. But how is it that you share my mind and no one else does?*
Jareth did not answer right away, and when he did answer, he did not do so with words. Instead, he reached out one hand and caressed her cheek. Then, with infinite tenderness, Jareth brushed his lips across hers. Sarah gasped. She felt a tug, a sharp pull and then a feeling of completeness. She opened her eyes and drew in a breath. Jareth was glowing a soft gold. Sarah looked down at her hands and saw that she too was glowing gently. The whole meadow was. As she watched, the meadow dissolved and condensed into a long golden line that arched over the two of them. Sarah saw it touch the tallest tower of her castle, and the tallest tree in Jareth's forest.
A connection.
Sarah looked at the line, her heart beating faster with every passing moment.
*What is that?*
*We have been connected since you solved my Labyrinth, Sarah. This is a tangible expression of the bond between the two people who hold sway over a very powerful magical place.*
Sarah shook her head.
Jareth smiled lightly.
*This sort of a bond can only exist once for a Fae. You are the other half of my magic. A balancer.*
*A soul mate?*
Jareth smiled enigmatically.
*Would that disappoint you?*
Sarah paused, unsure how to answer. Finally, she answered not the question he had asked, but the one she felt he truly wanted the answer to.
*I haven't believed in true love for longer than I can remember.*
Jareth tipped his head to one side and folded his arms over his chest.
*That isn't true Sarah. You remember very well when you believed in true love. And you are angry, because you believe I took that belief from you.*
Sarah said nothing. She did remember; the ballroom, the search, the last time she had truly believed that a prince might come and carry her off into the sunset. She looked off to the side, and saw that the line was gone. Everything had faded, and now the golden glow had formed a glittering room. Sarah looked down at herself and gasped.
She was wearing a silver dress with short poofy sleeves, the bodice tight and the skirt large. Her hair was upswept and styled perfectly. She looked around. There were people, but they were no longer masked. The scene was exactly as she remembered it, but it seemed far less threatening. Sarah felt a hand fall on her shoulder and turned. There stood Jareth, wearing the stunning outfit she remembered so well.
"Allow me the chance to return what I stole," he murmured, speaking aloud this time, holding out his arms. Without a second thought, Sarah moved into his embrace. The music began, and Jareth began to dance, leading Sarah into the steps of a perfect waltz.
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes
Sarah smiled slightly as the words of the song washed over her. Jareth was singing to her once again, and this time she didn't feel hazy at all. There was no lingering sense of purpose. Sarah allowed herself to be swept away by Jareth's voice. The couples around them moved away, and Sarah saw that everyone was dancing. This was a perfect image of how love should be.
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll place my love between the stars.
Sarah tipped her head up to look at Jareth. This was how she wanted it to be, how she had longed for it to be in the deepest part of her heart. Somewhere, she had always wondered what would have happened if she had stayed with him in the ballroom, instead of pushing the other guests to the side and running away, leaving a piece of her innocence behind.
Jareth stopped moving.
"Sarah..."
She stopped his words with a finger across his lips.
*Thank you Jareth. Thank you.*
And their lips touched again. And it was so much more than a simple kiss. It was forgiveness. Jareth had taken her hope, and returned it. True, he had been a bit underhanded in achieving his goal, but she would have expected nothing else.
The ballroom dissolved, and Sarah was falling. Falling back into her body. She opened her eyes, and saw Jareth looking at her carefully.
Sarah pushed herself up on the bed...the bed? How had they...Luster. It must have been Luster. Sarah smiled as she looked out the window. Night was falling in the Labyrinth, and Sarah could see what appeared to be stars. Lights were twinkling down in the goblin city, and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Covered trays sat on a small table; Sarah assumed that was dinner. With a smile, Sarah looked back at Jareth.
"Valentine evenings, you said."
And the smile that Jareth bestowed upon her was brighter than the rising moon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Luster resisted the urge to cheer and dance. This was wonderful. Jareth and Sarah had realized what had always been there, and it had been relatively painless. Fabulous!
Luster reflected on the options she now had. Valentine evenings was right. Conjuring a crystal, she sent it to Jareth. It returned quickly. He liked the idea. That gave her something to do.
Luster looked once more at the envelope that sat beside her. The official acceptance of the Queen Amalthea and Prince Kemal; such a harmless thing, and yet the repercussions were endless and varied. The Midsummer Night Ball was going to be interesting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Was this pure fluff? Let me think...YES!! I like fluff, myself, and every now and then I get the urge to write a totally fluffy chapter. I am indulging my romantic side. Tee hee!
So, please review and let me know what you think. Lots of J/S action in upcoming chapters, not to mention Luster being romantic, clever, and downright devious! Stay tuned!
Peace, Love and All That Jazz,
Lyra