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Chapter 11: No harmony without harm
Holding her arm, he led her back to 'their' room- as he put it. It would take about pulling teeth to make her refer to it as that.
Sarah was rather irritated to notice that his room was only two halls from where he had found her.
She had gotten sooo lost apparently.
But hey! At least she had gotten to explore this lovely, decrepit new prison of hers.
"In." He ordered, pushing her lightly in front of him. His hand brushed just a little too far down her back.
"Woah! No butt, idiot!"
"What?" He questioned softly after closing the door behind them.
"You, hand, and the butt…No!"
He didn't answer at first. His mouth formed a tight line and he gazed slantedly at her before attempting to respond. "No butt?" He inquired his eyebrow quirking.
"Noooo butt. None for you." She said absolutely with her hands placed defiantly on her waist.
Again he was silent for a moment.
"I can't have any of your butt?"
"No."
"But, I wasn't after your butt."
"Doesn't matter. You touched it."
Oh so that's how it was. Obviously she was forgetting their couple stasis. Oh well, he'd enjoy reminding her, he contemplated keenly.
"No I didn't," He walked up beside her and slapped her behind with all the might and grace of a king. "..now I did."
He chuckled as she stood there simply writhing in indignation and waltzed past her.
Flopping on the bed, he sighed as its comfort hit his aching back. Somehow he had fallen off it in the most awkward of positions last night. "I like the clothes by the way. I look good on you."
"Your clothes look good on me you mean." Sarah corrected, slowly turning around to glare at him. Her butt stung. A lot.
"I know what I said."
He smiled sweetly at her with his head resting over his hands. He liked her eyes. He thought they were burning cutely.
"I am so going to kill you."
He made a kiss sound with his lips.
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So she got clothes.
Oh and she got clothes.
Later in the evening she got some clothes.
There were over a hundred different dresses in large room next to Jareths.
It was her closet Jareth had informed her. Hell, who has a closet larger than their bedroom?
But she did… a week ago she would've been in heaven.
A week ago she would've wanted to be here. Now she can't leave.
Occasionally her situation would come back to her and she would almost cry. That's why she tried not to think about it too much.
She couldn't believe the goblins had prepared all this for her. She had wanted to ask if they had made them all as well, but the words died on her lips as she thought of that.
The goblins were the most chaotic creatures (aside from the fieries) she had ever seen. Considering one of them making intricate stitches was an image that could induce a large amount of giggling.
They were beautiful anyway. Jareth probably just popped them here with his magic.
That idiot.
Sarah chose to leave his clothes on. Even though he thought it was sexy she was wearing them, it was probably better than dressing up like his…bleech…queen.
"Dinner milady…" An awkward goblin wobbled breathlessly. She nodded and wiped off the drool that had formed at the word.
The goblin shot of the room as fast as his little legs would take them.
In the back of her mind Sarah realized Jareth probably told him to do it quickly and the dumb thing took it literally.
She took one more glance around the room and selected a pair of slip-on shoes from a large rack of various different dancing shoes. A full length mirror was next to them and she accidentally caught herself in it.
She looked oddly wonderful, she realized studying herself a little closer. Her skin was an even tone, and her hair, although huge, looked styled. There were girls in her school who she knew would pay ridiculous amounts on it to have a similar do. It was odd, because she didn't even brush it. But the thing that emitted a gasp from her was her eyes.
They were sparkly.
Not like they had just been crying, but like…
Inhuman.
"Oh my gawd…""
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"Jareth, what's wrong with me?!" She burst into the dining room. The table was set up with an assortment of delicious looking dishes and her hunger crashed over in full throttle at their wonderful smell. But right now she had to know…
"Excellent question, one of which I cannot answer. Did you not find anything to appease you to wear?" He inquired looking her over.
"No, Jareth. I'm not the same. I'm different. First the hair and now my eyes are a teensy bit glowy. What's wrong with me??"
His eyes had widened for a minute and then he smiled.
"You are adorable."
"Jaaaretth." She warned.
"No, really you are. Simply charming. I'll happily explain, just sit down and eat."
"I mean, gawd Jareth, I don't even feel human." She realized, accepting his offer and sitting down across from him.
"No reason you should."
"What?" She grabbed a roll from a basket and took a bite out of it, staring at him intensely.
"I said no reason you should feel human."
"Huh?"
"Well, darling. That's what you should've realized. You're not, I changed you."
"WHAT??!!" The piece of bread fell out of her mouth.
"Darling…close your mouth." He chided and selected some roast chicken calmly. Taking a small piece and setting it on his plate.
"Jareth!"
"What?"
"I'm not human??!!"
"No." He smiled at her.
A half eaten roll came into contact with his head.
"What'd ya do to me??!" She screamed.
"Married you." He answered his smile getting a little tighter.
"What's up with my hair??!" She squealed.
Oh. Well. Guess she got over the human thing fast. She had already moved on to the next subject.
"Magic alters the body. That's as much as I can tell you."
"Is that what happened with your hair?"
"Well…yes."
"Well yours exploded. Mine only poofed." She remarked, eyes still wide.
"Yes, very good." He laughed. He knew he made a good choice. This girl wouldn't never be predictable. "Aren't you hungry?"
Sarah looked down at all the food. There was so much to absorb. So many things she still needed to know, but…there was steam floating off buttered potatoes and grilled asparagus. And there was cheese oozing out of what looked like was stuffed mushrooms and seasoning that sparkled on some roast chicken…
She caved.
"Okay. But back to the earlier deal. You talk. I eat."
"No. I eat too." He grimaced. "I mean, I will eat as well…. I hate your stupid grammar. It's rubbing off on me."
"Jareth, I can honestly tell you no part of me is going to willing rub on you soon."
They held each other in a steady gaze.
For a goood long time.
Jareth hung his head in defeat and set his fork down on his plate with a pathetic little clink.
"Okay. As I've told you it was a spell to connect two people… how the spells first works…"
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a/n
Thanks for waiting everyone. I know I take too long to get these suckers out. Sorry about that.