A/n: This is my first 'Labyrinth' fan-fic so please be gentle with me. By
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Disclaimer: Sarah, Jareth and all other mainstream characters from the Labyrinth do not belong to me.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Prologue - The first cut is the deepest
The soft white downy feathers on his chest ruffled as the breeze twirled around the tree he was sitting in. Watching the scene through the window in front of him, he couldn't help but feel that he should be in there, right now, offering himself to her, giving her her dreams. His heart ached at the sight of her, any thoughts of them being together pushed away into the recess of his mind as he realised he now had no control, had no power, but he loved. He loved her with a passion he couldn't understand; at no time in his long life had he ever experienced anything so strong, it being the result of her control and power over him. Funny thing was she was too young to understand any of it.
The party that was going on before him was full of happiness and delight as many of those attending jumped up and down and danced around merrily. She was there, in the middle of the throng, hugging her friends and laughing among them; the broad smile on her face showing she was glad to be back after her trip through his labyrinth and even gladder to have her friends there with her. She obviously hadn't expected them to come and she had eagerly welcomed all of the creatures she had encountered on her journey. Brightly coloured streamers were thrown around the room, spiralling out of control as they collided with inanimate objects and surfaces or twisted around protruding limbs, catching into hair or around ears. Many of the bobbing heads were wearing sparkly party hats and some of the individuals even blew through noisemakers. More noise spilled through the gaps around the window, it was music and he recognised the haunting tune, sending a shiver coursing through his veins.
Taking a well-earned breather she moved from the crowd and took up a position by the window, she rested her right knee on the window seat and leant her slender figure against the frame. The faraway look on her face made him believe that she was looking for something or someone, her mind drifting off a million miles away or to another world. 'I do hope you're not thinking of me,' he contemplated edging along the branch towards the trunk in order to stay unseen. 'You've bewitched me, although I do not believe I have returned the favour.' He couldn't quite make out the myriad of emotions that were crossing her face but he knew there was pain, anger and an ultimate feeling of loss. Perhaps she was thinking about what she had done and said, or what she hadn't done and said, maybe even thinking of regret.
He noticed her jump slightly as the damned dwarf came over to her placing his hand on her elbow. She looked down to him as he spoke, the river of her chestnut hair flowing down over her chest as she moved her head. Eventually she was back in the core of the activity and once again the owl twitched his beak and fluttered his wings at the immediate loss of her face. He now realised what he had needed and wanted all of those years before. He knew it was her he had sought before either one had known the other existed and he knew in time that she would want and need him too.
He only wished that she had given into him that very day but he knew it would have been wrong, after all he never wanted the boy and she was definitely too young. She wasn't yet a woman but a stubborn, ungrateful little girl and he needed to feel the love of a strong-minded, engaging and beautiful adult that would be his equal in every way. And he knew she would be, in time, when she realised what it was that she sought, he only hoped that by that time she hadn't forgotten any of her beloved fairy stories and, more especially, him. It might take some time but that's what he had, he would wait forever if he had to. But she wasn't ready yet, and that hurt . badly.
Making his way back along the branch he opened his wings, the sandy and ochre feathers with their grey freckles dancing in the moonlight. Leaping from the bough he swooped down circling away to fly by her window for one last second before he flew off into the night sky, his parting thought a whisper on the wind, 'I will be back, Sarah, one day when you call for me!'
Disclaimer: Sarah, Jareth and all other mainstream characters from the Labyrinth do not belong to me.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Prologue - The first cut is the deepest
The soft white downy feathers on his chest ruffled as the breeze twirled around the tree he was sitting in. Watching the scene through the window in front of him, he couldn't help but feel that he should be in there, right now, offering himself to her, giving her her dreams. His heart ached at the sight of her, any thoughts of them being together pushed away into the recess of his mind as he realised he now had no control, had no power, but he loved. He loved her with a passion he couldn't understand; at no time in his long life had he ever experienced anything so strong, it being the result of her control and power over him. Funny thing was she was too young to understand any of it.
The party that was going on before him was full of happiness and delight as many of those attending jumped up and down and danced around merrily. She was there, in the middle of the throng, hugging her friends and laughing among them; the broad smile on her face showing she was glad to be back after her trip through his labyrinth and even gladder to have her friends there with her. She obviously hadn't expected them to come and she had eagerly welcomed all of the creatures she had encountered on her journey. Brightly coloured streamers were thrown around the room, spiralling out of control as they collided with inanimate objects and surfaces or twisted around protruding limbs, catching into hair or around ears. Many of the bobbing heads were wearing sparkly party hats and some of the individuals even blew through noisemakers. More noise spilled through the gaps around the window, it was music and he recognised the haunting tune, sending a shiver coursing through his veins.
Taking a well-earned breather she moved from the crowd and took up a position by the window, she rested her right knee on the window seat and leant her slender figure against the frame. The faraway look on her face made him believe that she was looking for something or someone, her mind drifting off a million miles away or to another world. 'I do hope you're not thinking of me,' he contemplated edging along the branch towards the trunk in order to stay unseen. 'You've bewitched me, although I do not believe I have returned the favour.' He couldn't quite make out the myriad of emotions that were crossing her face but he knew there was pain, anger and an ultimate feeling of loss. Perhaps she was thinking about what she had done and said, or what she hadn't done and said, maybe even thinking of regret.
He noticed her jump slightly as the damned dwarf came over to her placing his hand on her elbow. She looked down to him as he spoke, the river of her chestnut hair flowing down over her chest as she moved her head. Eventually she was back in the core of the activity and once again the owl twitched his beak and fluttered his wings at the immediate loss of her face. He now realised what he had needed and wanted all of those years before. He knew it was her he had sought before either one had known the other existed and he knew in time that she would want and need him too.
He only wished that she had given into him that very day but he knew it would have been wrong, after all he never wanted the boy and she was definitely too young. She wasn't yet a woman but a stubborn, ungrateful little girl and he needed to feel the love of a strong-minded, engaging and beautiful adult that would be his equal in every way. And he knew she would be, in time, when she realised what it was that she sought, he only hoped that by that time she hadn't forgotten any of her beloved fairy stories and, more especially, him. It might take some time but that's what he had, he would wait forever if he had to. But she wasn't ready yet, and that hurt . badly.
Making his way back along the branch he opened his wings, the sandy and ochre feathers with their grey freckles dancing in the moonlight. Leaping from the bough he swooped down circling away to fly by her window for one last second before he flew off into the night sky, his parting thought a whisper on the wind, 'I will be back, Sarah, one day when you call for me!'