Jareth paced his throne room. He was excited that Sarah was here, back in the Underground; back in the Labyrinth. She was close… But not close enough to touch. If only she would come to the castle. If only she would silently walk over and hug him, if only she would let him hold her…
But no, she was in that little goblin village, he couldn't just go over there, take control by reaching out and embracing her. She had to come to him by her own free will. But would she? Their last meeting ended horribly. What she thought was a stalling tactic was not, he was offering her everything. Everything she wanted, her dreams and his love. But did she want his love? No, why would she? She turned everything down, she turned him down: his soul, his love, his heart…
But even if she did come to see him, he couldn't just grab hold of her and kiss her. He had to act like himself, the goblin King; he had to act like he didn't care. He had to… But he did care. Heck, he loved her. But she would not, could not ever love him back. He took her baby brother, set the cleaners on her, gave her that damn peach, attempted to seduce her. But he did it all for her. It's what she wanted.
Jareth was lost; completely and utterly lost. He couldn't face more rejection from her. She broke his heart once and he wasn't sure he'd be able to carry on living if she did it again. He couldn't live without her.
Live without the sunlight.
Love without your heartbeat.
I… I can't live… within you…
But even if she did come to the castle, she wouldn't be happy to see him. It would be the opposite. He sighed. He had to act cold towards her, as he would if a runner was in the Labyrinth, where all his power surrounded and took over him. He had to keep his cool. If he ran to her and confessed his undying love, she would not be impressed. She'd scoff and reject him.
But then, shouldn't he be angry at her? She who dared to wish her brother away, beg for him to be returned, called his Labyrinth a 'piece of cake', destroyed parts of the Labyrinth, befriended some of his subjects and had the audacity to ignore him, reject him, return home and deliberately forget.
"AHHHHHHH!" he roared, kicking a passing goblin which was now flying out of one of the throne room windows.
He was perplexed. He didn't know what to do, what to think, what to believe and ultimately, what to feel. His head was a mess. It was complicated enough being a Fae and a King (a King who ruled over troublesome little creatures) but it made it even more so when one minute he was sure he was in love, and the next he was angry.
He had become infatuated watching Sarah as a teenager. How she blamed herself for her parents arguing, her mother running off with a lover, her parents getting a divorce, her mother not getting back into contact and then who was always seen as an unsightly smudge in her step-mother's life. He pitied her, but was fascinated with her captivatingly beautiful looks and intelligent personality. He knew the day would come when she needed him, when she would have to run the Labyrinth, when those lessons she learnt in the Labyrinth could be applied to her home life and taught her how to deal with everything. He knew this, but he didn't expect it to become anything more. He was at a loss as to how he truly felt. Only her coming to the castle, to talk to her, to see her would tell him all he needed to know about how he felt about her.
But he was just confusing himself. He felt a sinking feeling in his chest, never in all of his life had he felt like this. He had been pretty certain about a lot of things through his life. But this… this was… it made him want to scream, kick some more goblins and be destructive.
It would do no good; nothing could or would make him feel better. Jareth would just have to ride out this personal storm and live with whatever happens… whenever that would happen…
A/N: Another chapter, wow! I churned it out quick. But again, frequent updates = short chapters. I wanted to put my own spiel on what love is like. I've gone through the whole in love, didn't work out, got forgotten about but still kind of love them but at the same time want to hate them, take revenge and destroy something. I may come back to this chapter at a later date when I can write it better, I just wanted to include the confusion and mass of emotions, so it came as a sort of stream of consciousness.
MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE YOU! THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO YOU, ALBEIT A TINY CHAPTER, BUT EVERYONE WANTS A BIT OF JARETH ON CHRISTMAS DAY ;D I KNOW I WOULD LOVE TO FIND HIM WRAPPED UP UNDER MY TREE WITH A BOW ON HIS HEAD :3
Thanks for reading, reviews etc :)
DISCLAIMER: David Bowie owns the song. He wrote and composed it. I wish it was mine though haha…