Say Who?
Based on a prompt where someone else fancies Sarah and Jareth finds out about it first.
Jareth raised an eyebrow at the interloper in Sarah's kitchen, initiating mind-to-mind contact. And who might you be?
The response was immediate and unapologetically smug. I belong here. Sarah chose me.
Did she now...I wonder why.
She was lonely and sad. I was, too. We fit together. Now she's mine and I'm hers.
Jareth tilted his head to the side, considering this. What made her so lonely and sad?
I don't know. Brilliant green eyes flickered in the half-light coming through the window. You, perhaps. The eyes narrowed. What did you do to her?
Ours is something of a sordid history.
Sounds messy. I don't like messy things.
I feel much the same way. Particularly when it comes to Sarah.
The kitchen light flipped on as Sarah dropped a bag of groceries on the counter.
"Gah! What the - you. What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"
Jareth stretched unhurriedly in his chair. "Lovely to see you as well, Sarah."
She blinked hard, expressions flickering in rapid succession.
Green eyes flicked from Sarah to Jareth and back again. She's remarkably happy to see you. Perhaps you should stay.
Jareth smiled. "I like your new cat. Perceptive little fellow."