A/N: Hello, what is of the up? Sorry for the slow writing time. I swear my fingers are made of lead.
Just to give y'all a warning. There is NO REAL Jareth moments in this chapter. At least I don't think so. I'm a good solid three pages in to writing and right now, of this very second... There is no Jareth. He's probably in the castle beyond the goblin city like, iono, making a wedding dress for Sarah or something. Maybe he's having a poker night with his buddies, and being a normal, NOT smitten Fae, for once. I know we're all here for the J/S but character development is needed.
Anywho, I found out that way back when Labyrinth was just a little idea, that it was going to be set in the Victorian Era. I mean, can you imagine just how beautiful that would have been? Young Jen Con would have looked hella sexy in a hoop skirt. and corset I feel cheated to say the least.
So yeah. I don't own any of this. The only thing I own is a couch and if Lucas. Co want to take it from me, then I guess I'm going to have to sleep on the floor.
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The Lady Irene sipped her tea through lips more pursed than a cat's bottom. She was a good looking woman, regal in the haughty kind of way and perhaps getting close to the wrong side of thirty. Coils of strawberry blonde hair piled on top of her head, as was the court fashion along with her her long, silk robes that prickled with sweat along the back of her neck which were uncomfortably warm in the small stuffy room, which was draped with more throws and rugs and whatnot than most likely all of Persia combined. Yet despite stifling air still the Lady Irene had remained proper and refrained from any unfeminine behaviour.
Unlike SOME people in the room she could name.
The royal woman sat resplendently in one of the many cushy pallors where one greats gets the castles guests, she glared at the wild thing she now had to call her daughter, who had flung her shoes off the moment she had entered, curling her toes into the fluffy carpet with a content sigh.
"Tea, dear?" Irene asked pointedly to the girl, who had NOW made herself at home by lounging on the carpet as gracefully as a cat.
"I'm sorry. What was that Madame Karen?" The uncultured child asked drowsily, toes peeking out from beneath a stunning dress seemingly spun from the night sky. No doubt it would be impossible to iron the creases out.
"It's just, it's so warm in here. I can barely keep my eyes open." The vagabond yawned showing two perfect rows of perfect teeth.
If possible, Irene's lips stretched tighter. The cool featured woman was perhaps a little over heated too, she thought as a thin line of sweat trickled down her neck, although how the child managed to forget everything about how court was done, but still remembered always call her new step-mother that idiotic name was an astounding feat and it rattled the poor woman to no end.
Karen, Irene seethed silently, is what one would a woman whose occupation was that of a barmaid or a, hussy, or something else distasteful. Irene on the other hand was a name befitting of someone her station. Someone who, out of the kindness of her heart, had offered to teach the wildling the ways of the court. The Lady Irene smothered a groan. She could just imagine having to teach the girl the delicate ways of the women's toilette. One whole week of this before she was to be present before the judgmental eyes of the court. She could practically already feel the headaches to come with teaching this girl. The muggy, warmth of the room was only making the feeling worse.
"I said, Would. You."
Irene figured that perhaps growing up in the woods with a dwarf, a fox and a monster all her life may have made the girl simple over time and so used slow, short words and hand movements to get the point across.
"Like. Some. Tea?"
The girl arched her back sleepily,
"I'll have some cold milk, if you've got any."
Irene grimaced, but then tried to cover it with an encouraging grin. The girl needed help. This much was clear and although the thought of milk spilling on the floor was enough to make her cringe perhaps now would be a good time for lesson one. Etiquette.
"Perhaps not on the CAR-PET though, hmm? I don't know how it was back where you used to live, but here," Irene gestured vaguely at the room around them, "in the ROY-AL PAL-ACE it is VERY rude to dine on the floor." To emphasise her point Irene pointed at the floor.
The young girls laughter filled the room merrily and Irene found it almost disconcerting. Girls should not laugh unless in the presence of there husband, although she did have such a bright laugh. It almost seemed a shame to make her stop.
"Oh no, My Lady, don't be so silly! Oh, oh god please," The child wheezed breathlessly, "Please, I'm new to this whole corset thing, don't make me laugh again. Drinking milk on the carpet? No, I'm just here because this carpet reminded me..."
With the blink of an eye the good mood was gone and her pretty, green eyes pooled with tears.
"This carpet reminded me of my friend, Ludo." She finished mournfully, fingers fiddling wistfully with the hem of her dress.
Irene refrained from clucking sympathetically as the girls statement tucked at her heart strings. As she liberally poured milk into a fine chine teacup Irene recollected back to when she had been the girl's age. She, herself knew what it was like to be pulled away from her family at a young. Irene set the cup of milk down across from her, but she had also knew what her duty was, she thought determinedly. Something she was going to have to teach the new Princess.
"Come dear, sit up. We must discuss some things."
Irene strained not to shudder disgustedly at the manners carelessly broken as the child sniffed softly and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. Instead she opted for a gracious smile as she sank back into the plush chair.
"Go on child, sit, sit!"
The girl cautiously sank a good three inches into the futon opposite the imposing woman, here sadness evaporating whilst her wondering eyes trailed across the room. Visitors would frequently describe it as 'cozy' but the truth was it was the closet thing the palace had to a steam room but still the truth was Irene was glad to see the child was impressed, after all, it had been Irene herself who had decorated it. Or rather had servants decorate it for her.
It was basically the same thing.
"Now sit up! Don't slouch. Let me take a look at you!"
The Lady Irene fired off comments faster than the most skilled archer fires a fleet of arrows.
"Well, the stories are right, I suppose. You are as beautiful as they say. Which is a true blessing my dear after your up bringing!"
Irene peered hawkishly at the girl, who squirmed uncomfortably under the close examination, trying to look for any faults she would have to groom over the next week.
"Imagine trying to get you a suitor if you had been plain."
The young girl's mouth fell neatly open.
"A what?" She asked, seemingly faintly outraged with the idea but her reactions were still quite sluggish from the smothering heat.
The Lady Irene rubbed back the still on coming headache. This was going to be tougher than she first thought.
"A suitor, dear, a suitor. Do you have a suitor? You should have a suitor by your age?"
The girl had grown quite flushed from all the excitement and Irene tapped her finger agitatedly against her saucer.
That would never do! Having her blush whenever she was flustered. Men would feel led on because the child couldn't suppress her emotions. Half the court would be asking for her hand, and she knew what happened when more than one man wanted a pretty woman. Irene had heard all about that foolish Helen of Troy and the last thing they need was a repeat of that.
An idea popped suddenly into the woman's mind.
"Leeches." She said enthusiastically.
The girls eyebrows nearly shot off her forehead.
"My suitor... Is, a Leech?"
Irene pressed a manicured hand to her mouth, successfully subduing the laughter.
"No, no dear, don't be silly! Your cheeks have a faint blush to them, and although it is truly charming, it simply won't do! You'll distract the men! So what we will do is, rather simply, place a leech on your neck, before you go out, to drain you of that quaint half flush and the problem will be gone!"
The child's mouth moved open and closed in shock, or maybe speechless gratitude for her ingenious plan, the King's consort could hardly tell, but still, no words came out. Although it was nice not to her answer back for once the girl looked utterly ridiculous with her loveable lips hung open like a cod fish. A woman of the court shout always be able to come back with witty and charming verbal sparring but this mouth hanging open business would not go down well at all. This was yet another little blemish that Irene would have to iron out, she thought absent mindedly. While deep in thought Irene did not realise that the girl had slunk over to the window and had begun to fumble with the latch.
The sound of metal scraping across metal jolted Lady Irene painfully from her train of thought.
"Why child!" she barked. "What! On Earth? Are you doing?"
The girl face was a mixture of condescending concern and a smidgen of guilt as she gave the window a final, heaving tug with her whole body.
"Girl! Stop this! At Once."
The window flung wide open, causing the glass the rattle horribly. The noise set Irene's teeth on edge doing nothing to help the dull throb behind her eyes. The cool breeze now drifting through the room did help a little though.
"Well, it's certainly not my fault the heat was getting to you! I was worried. One second going on about suitors and the next about leeches. Then my getting warm leading on men. You didn't even ASK me, if I wanted suitors or NOT!" The child retorted sharply flicking her hair back as if she were a show pony, causing the pinpricks of sliver on her dress to wink in the light.
"You will not speak to me in this manner young lady!" Irene spat lividly. She could feel a vein throbbing in her forehead. How DARE she? How dare this child come into her home, Into her LIFE and tell her the way things were going to be. The silken curtains fluttered about the girl, who was leaning against the frame with her back to the Lady Irene.
"I'm sorry Lady Karen but I've had just about enough of this." The girl remarked crossly, her hands folded across her chest.
The Lady Irene puckered her lips. She WAS going to remain in control here.
"You, little miss, are not going to step a single foot out that front door until we have resolved you dreadful manners."
The girl merely sniffed and turned up her nose.
"It's a good thing I wasn't planning on using the door then!"
Confusion laced through Lady Irene.
"I don't know what you're planning young lady," The elder warned,
"but sit down and drink your milk because I will not hear another word of it!"
The girl's lip curled as she leant forward and picked up the tea-cup.
"Oh trust me. You won't hear another peep from me."
And that was when the child did the unthinkable.
Staring at Irene with contempt the woman didn't think was possible, the young girl took the milk with both her hands and sloshed it all. Over. The Carpet.
"You! You sloven, little trollop!" Hissed Irene, the face contorted in rage.
She glared at the now sopping carpet and then back at the little beast.
"You will apolo-"
But it was too late. The girl, after bracing her arms against the window ledge, had simply leapt over it, as nimbly as a cat.
Irene bolted to the window as if her life depended on it and not the young changelings. Staring up at her from the slanted roof with fierce, glittering green eyes was the wild girl, hands firmly placed on hips.
"I will see you at supper, Lady Karen. If you need me, I will be in my room."
With that she was gone, trotting off in the direction of the east wing. Without a care of how it would look on IRENE'S behalf if the whole castle saw her wandering around barefoot. ON THE ROOF.
Irene slumped back in her chair, taking a long swig of her tea. She had been right. This girl WAS going to give her a hell of a headache, and it would be over until that crown was placed firmly on her head in a weeks time.
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Sarah buried her head under her head as far under he pillow as possible.
"Ooh, It's not FAIR!"
If she never saw that woman again it would be too soon. If only her friends where here. Her friends, Sarah choked back a sob. She hadn't seen them in over a week but it felt like forever. After saying a tearful good-bye to Ludo and Didymus, Sarah had trudged through the forest with Toby strapped to her back and Hoggle by her side for three straight days. Normally Sarah would have enjoyed spending time with Hoggle but the forest was full of strange noises, almost like laughter, but Hoggle blamed the wind and strange, glassy, demonic eyes the seemed to pry from the shadows before she drifted off to sleep. One time she was certain she heard a high pitched giggle and a warbled voice whisper, "It's the girlie! The girlie! She'sa be comin' home soon."
When she had tried to tell Hoggle this he just brushed it off as 'the over imagination of a exhuaspirated, little lady.' He was so distant and Sarah got pretty use to catching him watching her when the little, old dwarf thought she wasn't watching.
Finally, just after getting Toby to fall asleep on the second night Sarah snapped,
"Damn it Hoggle, Paint a portrait, why don't 'cha. It'll certainly last you longer."
Hoggle's morose, sunken eyes glowed by the light of the crackling fire. It was for the first time that Hoggle's age really hit her. She'd never seen him look so weary with the wrinkles in his face etched in like stone, so haunted and alone. Sarah immediately felt bad at snapping at him. How would she feel if some baby she didn't even know had been thrusted onto her for sixteen years. She shouldn't have brought her anger out on him, it was just, she was frightened. In five days she would be a Princess. She would have people to care for and letters to write, but now, she told herself sternly, you are under Hoggle's care. And you DON'T want to leave him while he's sad.
"Listen," She said guiltily, taking his calloused hand in hers and patting it reassuringly "I'm sorry I snapped at you. Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
She tilted her head to the side just like she used to when she was little. Hoggle remained silent for a long time and the sound of the strange chortling wind seemed to close in on their little camp. After a while Hoggle shifted uncomfortably on the logged he perched on a gave Sarah a long hard stare.
"Yous remember when you was only a little missy an yous ask me what love is?"
Sarah nodded solemnly.
"Did ya ever find out what love was?"
Sarah's brow crinkled as she looked at her carer. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Oh Hoggle!" Her voice cracked as she wrapped her arms around him. "I won't forget you I promise. You and Didymus and Ludo! Even Toby! You will all always be the closet thing I have to family and I promise that I love you all."
Sarah's heart seemed to grow heavier than the biggest rock Ludo could ever call as she watched Hoggle's face crumple in the flickering light.
"A-an ifs you ever get a man if ya life,"
Hoggle's bottom lip trembled,
"What 'bout then?"
Sarah felt herself laugh painfully through her tears.
"Silly old dwarf," She hiccuped with endearment.
"No pimply Prince, no crazed King will ever come close to you guys. I promise."
Hoggle's face grew stony,
"Sarah, yous can't promise that sort o' thing when yous got a curse over ya head. That rat o' a Goblin King won't rest until he an' he alone has ya."
Sarah swallowed down her fear and looked at Hoggle with what she hoped was her best stern monarch face.
"He shall not best me Hoggle!" She boldly bluffed.
"For my will shall be as strong as his, and my kingdom surely as great!"
Thunder boomed from the great clouds that rolled over head. When had they gotten there? It had been such a mild evening! It certainly wasn't now, Sarah thought as she wearily regarded the trees whipping back and forth. She brushed it off as a summer storm. She had more important things to attend to now than worry about a spot of rain.
"Little Lady! If yous goes on refusin' his advances an' the like... Yous'll... Yous'll die! Do ya want that?"
"Hoggle," The girl said with a firmness beyond her years.
"If it means that I will die, then yes, I will turn down the King. I would rather die knowing that I have lived a short but happy life full of my friends than a long and miserable one filled with servitude to a man who does not care for me but demands me to give him my favour."
Sarah's felt her ears prick as she heard an owl screech eerily from deep within the woods but she stayed focused on Hoggle. She didn't want to leave him tomorrow distressed. Something is his eyes had shifted when she spoke and he seemed more relaxed. Giving The craggily dwarf one final squeeze, she went and laid down next to Toby. From the light of the dying fire of the embers, Sarah watched Hoggle lie down on his log and settle off to an uneasy sleep.
The storm never broke that night but it had still been rough. The wind howled, or it was filled with howls and a cool sweat caused Sarah's long hair to stick to her face until the wind whipped it away, or maybe... It was silly but Sarah could have sworn, it felt like finger tips, carefully stroking the hair back.
As she drifted deeper into her slumber, she was certain the ground shifted beneath her or... She was being rocked in someone's arms?
Stirring restlessly, she felt two steely eyes glinting in the darkness above her.
"A long and miserable life of servitude? You, my high spirited vixen, would rather die than spend an eternity by my side, hm? Well regardless of what you think my precious, In eleven days, nine hours and twenty three minutes... You'll be mine." The wind seemed to murmur gleefully in her ear.
"However I shan't let you get away with you're little claim or yours."
Sarah shuddered, her throat seemed dry and constricted as a pair of lips brushed lightly over her face.
"So here, my Dearest. My Darling. My Damned. I've bought you a wedding gift. Premature I know, but I am such a generous being."
Sarah continued to toss fitfully in her half sleep. She struggled to stay conscious, to listen to the man's words as he cradled her possessively but she was slipping and soon she would fall.
"Let me give you, just a taste, of what I'll could do, if you left me."
A heavy weight was thrust on Sarah's chest, the air rushed from her body. The woods filled with the horrible cackling laughter of thousands, that pressed in on her, wrapping it's way though her thoughts, twisting her gut.
"Sweet dreams, my precious thing."
And then Sarah fell and fell and fell, the world continuing to rush by her until she couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. What felt like hot needles drove into her skin, leaving her convulsing in agony. Soon, too soon, the wind stopped racing past her only to be replace by a think, inky blackness. She couldn't breath. She was drowning the darkness. Sarah began to panic as she felt the pressure building up in her chest. She felt as if she was going to burst. With her brain quickly running out of oxygen she sent a silent prayer and opened her eyes, hoping to see a source of light, to find a way out. There was only darkness. Something inside of Sarah let go. She couldn't do this anymore. The pain was to much.
"Help... Please." Her strangle voice called out to the blackness, "Please... Somebody save me. Somebody take me away from this awful place."
The darkness realised her suddenly and she felt her stomach drop as she slipped from the blackness' grasp and was falling all over again. The new world was foggy and the kind of colour one could describe as 'drudgery.' Grey and drudgery were fine. Foggy was fine. Grey and drudgery Sarah could deal with. Foggy meant she could hide. From what she didn't know.
Her whole body ached and her eyes prickled with fatigue. Leaning her head back on the floor, taking in big slow breaths, Sarah thanked what ever had saved her from the bottom of her heart. As she slowly drifted of the cradling arms came back.
"Thank-you." Sarah whimpered, over and over. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you."
Fingers pressed into her cracked lips, gently caressing.
"Hush now. You're safe, I'll protect you."
Sarah sagged against her saviour, with a sigh of relief, to tired to even crack her eyes open.
The man began to hum softly. It was a lilting, sad tune Sarah didn't recognise, or maybe she did. She'd heard it in a dream before perhaps, or another lifetime.
"How you turn, my world, You Precious, Thing."
Sarah was gently lulled to sleep by the words.
Unfortunately for Sarah, she didn't get much of a sleep in. Toby had decided to wake up at the crack of dawn and let the whole forest know he was cold in the only way he knew how. By screaming his face off.
After an unsatisfying breakfast Hoggle set off again with Sarah in toe, bouncing Toby on back.
After a while, Sarah noticed Hoggle getting irritated again, and seemed to be because of her constant humming. She just couldn't help it though! The tune seemed firmly lodged in her mind and Sarah probably wouldn't be able to stop humming it until she figured out how the hell it had gotten there.
"Sarah, Please! You's givin' me a splittin' 'eadache."
Usually the dwarf liked her singing and homing but right now it seemed to be giving him the hebbee jeebee's.
"Sorry Hoggle." She apologised distractedly for the fifteenth time that hour, scanning about to see how close they were to the forests edge. Her throat closed over when she realised how soon she had to say good-bye.
"Um... H-hoggle. I didn't have time to say this last night, so I'll say it no-"
The dwarf's face gazed up at her like a wizened apple but it slowly became more and more bleary as tears flooded to her eyes. Good Grief girl! she muttered to herself, Stop being such as wuss and spit it out! But what do you say to sum up a life time of thanks? 'Listen it's been nice knowing ya, but I'm off to rule a sovereign nation now! Toodles!'
No, that wouldn't do at all! Where was the thanks for sitting up at night and chasing away the night mares? The recognition for teaching her so much? The giving of the knowledge that she was going to miss that misshapen, lumpy, but classically handsome in a dwarf sense face?
Hoggle petted her arm gently.
"There, there. s'all right. I be understanding ya. I swears to ya on me grandpape's grave Sarah, that that rat of a King will never lay a goblin mitt on you."
Sarah gave him a watery grin, concerned about her well being to the last! That was her Hoggle. She could practically see the clogs in his mind klunking away.
Sarah groaned as she pushed her head further under her pillow.
It wasn't FAIR! IT WASN'T FAIR! IT WASN"T FAIR!
She huffed indignantly. She didn't want the stuffy Lady Karen and her stupid rules and ideas on what it was to be 'proper!' She wanted Sir Didymus to teach her the old ways of the court and Ludo to play with and... She wanted Hoggle to be here.
Sarah pouted grumpily. They'd even taken Toby away from her to the royal nursery. Initially deep down, Sarah had hoped he was keeping his nurses up all night screaming but then she had felt the guilt set in a long time ago. Poor Toby was a baby. He would have no idea why he'd suddenly been moved from his cozy crib to a draughty castle at least she'd had this explained to her.
She just needed someone to talk to. For a moment her mind flew to Jareth. He was a Fae. Surely he could transport anywhere? But Sarah quickly moved on from the idea. The last thing she wanted to do was make that drama king angry. Anyway wasn't like he was at her beck and call.
Sarah looked at her white knuckles clenching at her doona cover and hurriedly smoothed them out. She was missing something. What was it? What was it? What was IT?
The dawned on her as suddenly as Sir Didymus could challenge a rogue to a duel.
The Chalk!
"And you think Karen's thick." Sarah muttered as she padded across the bare stone floors to full length mirror they'd insisted on putting in her room. Or rather one of her rooms. She had four in total. A games room, because according to her step-mother "A princess should never be idle", a sitting room, if 'anyone' wanted to visit the young lady under more private pretences (Karen had raised her eyebrows suggestively at this. Sarah suggested she drop the subject), an entire room for clothes, which had started to fill since her arrival and finally a bedroom.
The mirror in question was a beautiful, if not pointless piece of furniture, with thin strands of gold twisting intricately back and forth.
It was nice, but Sarah was about to make it a whole lot better.
Carefully taking the piece of chalk, she did as Hoggle had instructed her, she stood back and proudly looked at her completed work.
Now, even if they were busy, she could see them.
"Show me my friends." She instructed the mirror.
Her reflection continued to stare back at her. Maybe, because it was a royal mirror it expected manners.
"Please, show me my friends."
Still nothing.
"Hoggle? Ludo? Sir Didymus? I need you."
Sarah watched her reflections panic stricken expression as she felt her heart thud loudly in her throat. This wasn't right! Why was she still looking at herself and not her friends?
Over the course of a half hour Sarah's heart sank as tried every phrase she could think of ranging from begging the mirror on her hands and knees, to using some particularly disgusting words Sir Didymus had both taught and forbade.
She was in the middle of threatening the mirror with a silver backed hair brush when a tap came from the door.
A servant, named Marcel, who had shown Sarah into the palace earlier today, managed to dodge the hair brush with surprising dexterity due to many extensive years of practise. After Sarah apologised profusely for the hair brush, she just wasn't expecting a shock, the valet explained that he merely came to inform the Princess that tomorrow morning the Queen requested that she take part in waltzing lessons.
Sarah groaned as she flopped against the bed. Her bones were aching already and the sun wasn't even down yet.
Marcel the servant had begun to edge nervously towards the door. He had become well attuned to when monarchs were in a bad mood and more likely to throw things.
"If Mademoiselle should need me, just say the word and we'll come."
Sarah nodded wearily. She just wanted everyone to go so she could be miserable in peace. As if the manservant could read her thoughts he lingered at the door.
"Is there something pressing which the Princess wishes to inform someone?"
Sarah ran her fingers through her hair. She wished everyone would just stop with the title game and call her Sarah. She was the Princess for crying out loud, it wasn't like they couldn't pretend not to know her name.
"Just, something not working out the way I thought it was." She grumbled into her pillow.
Marcel nodded knowledgeably,
"You know what mama used to say Princess?"
Sarah grunted a no. Couldn't he just leave?
"Mama used to say, 'Marcel, sometimes the answer is right in front of us.'"
Sarah grunted again. It was good advice, she guessed.
"And then she would say, Marcel you ass, when you going to get yourself a wife! I want to be a grandmother before I meet my creator."
Sarah managed a snort this time.
"Goodnight Marcel. Thank-you for the advice."
"Buon Notte Princess! Smile a little more eh? This castle could do with some lightening up."
Sarah beamed to herself as she replayed the moment in her mind. She was feeling lighter already and all it had taken was a tap on her-
Wait a second! A tap! She had forgotten to tap the mirror!
She was such a fool! If Hoggle and the others were watching this they no doubt were laughing their faces off!
Slipping off her bed, she shivered as her feet hit the icy floor, making a beeline straight to the mirror.
This was it now! She could do this. Hope swelled inside her. She was going to she her friends again!
Rapping her knuckles sternly on the mirror three times, she watched with fascination as the surface of the mirror rippled before returning to it's normal, silver state.
"Please, Sir Didymus, Ludo, Hoggle. I need you. All of you."
Sarah waited in baited breath. Please, please, please, please. Every star I've ver wished on. Every dandelion I've ever blown on. Just let this one come true and I'll never ask again.
"Cor, Tooks ya time Sarah."
She felt her face spilt into a smile as her friends appeared behind her in the mirror.
"Yeah, well someone could have written down the instructions for me!"
Hoggle smirked.
"Can't read." He boasted proudly.
Sarah spent over an hour filling in the three what had happened in her short time at the castle and they all listened eagerly. Slowly her eyelids began to droop as Sarah curled up under the doona. Sir Didymus and Ludo hadn't said their good nights until long after she shut her eyes and then only Hoggle remained.
"Sarah, would yous hold out your hand for me? I wanna sees somethin.'"
Obediently Sarah held out her hand and she she something small and fuzzy sit snuggly in the palm of her hand.
Cracking her eyes open she made out the outline of a peach.
"You'll know when to eat. When the time is right."
"You've got a wicked sense of humour dwarf." She murmured before she drifted peacefully off to sleep.
Hoggle pressed his hand against the mirror pane, the glass holding him back from the girl.
"Yea, or a twisted heroes complex." He muttered sadly.
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A/N: We all understand what just happened yeah? Does Sarah know that would be THE peach. Nope. She thinks it's Hoggle being funny. Silly Hoggle.
Why does Sarah seem to sleep so much in this fic? Foreshadowing.
I lie, in truth, I'm subliminally inflicting my own characteristics onto Sarah's character.
Haha, also I lied a itch at the start. There was Jareth. Sort of. HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS CHAPTER! I checked my notes and there was 0% Fae but there you go... These things happen.
Why did the Goblin King get so agro this time?
Welp, if you watch the movie closely you kind of notice the crazy mood swings he gets towards the end when he's trying to get Sarah to stay with him. Like one second he's bargaining and the next he's threatening. Not a fun time for Sarah me thinks.
Sorry for this taking forever and do you want to know why, dear readers?
It's because I saw my first cadaver on campus this week. And then, I didn't remember anything until I came out of a trance like state twenty minutes later on the other side of the Uni. Apparently I need to work on a coping mechanism if I'm going to keep going in the medical ward.
I did actually finish writing a number of versions of this chapter a number of days ago but... It always ended with one of the characters dying. It was beautiful. You would have cried, I would have cried. We could have eaten ice-cream together to get all the bloody feelings out. Wait... Where was I going with this?
I should be back on track soon. I'll just avoid the bodies.
For those who asked, no Carlos is not a reference to WTTNV but actually and reference to my scum ex, Karl.
Screw you Karl.
Anywho, If you're looking for a new music scene to hit up. Roxy Music, It's early/mid 70's Bowie glam vibes meets INXS' grunge sound. Love is the drug, Out of the Blue and Do the Strand are all pretty good songs for a pretty good time.
