Prompt: "Memory"


Sarah looked down at the ragged beggar, his tremulous hand shaking its metal cup. Something shimmered in her electroshock-muddied thoughts even as she said, "I'm sorry, I have nothing."

"Nothing?" he whispered, tilting his head in a distinctly avian fashion.

She blinked, noticing the elegance of his hand, his aquiline nose.

"Nothing?" Jareth said again, his voice stronger, the persistent weariness of iron poisoning slipping from him as he remembered how to block its effect.

"Nothing?" A light mockery to it now, as he raised his mismatched eyes to hers.

"Nothing, tra la la?" they breathed simultaneously, sudden recognition blazing.