Lala & Ebony-Dove- Twists are good :P

Goblin Tales

A Labyrinth 100 Theme Challenge

6. Unbreakable

His Royal Majesty, the illustrious King of the Goblins, lounged in a somewhat cramped office on the top floor of the Humanities building, his feet kicked up lazily on the desk which took up the majority of the room. Blue, mismatched eyes glittered as he looked down on the campus through a window. She wouldn't be out there now. She had Biology at this hour. Still, he found the antics of the young humans amusing. No better than goblins really, in their own way.

There was a brief knock on the door and a balding head pushed in, peering at him through thick glasses. "Jareth? Ah good, you're here." Simon Graham, professor of philosophy, stepped fully into the room at his colleague's nod. "Came to remind you," Graham said, "Department meeting this evening. Know how you are about such things." He gave Jareth a friendly smile.

Jareth stretched and surreptitiously reached for a post-it note. Scrawling, 'HUM. MEET' across the scrap of paper he indignantly replied, "Of course I remembered, Simon. Erm, eight o'clock, was it?"

Smiling a little at his friend's familiar must-be-right attitude, he said, "Eight-thirty, in the annex, since they're finally painting the usual meeting room." He turned to examine Jareth's collection, spread atop the bookshelf along one wall, pretending not to notice the reminder being completed and stuck to the top of Jareth's calendar.

Jareth Albreich had been Simon's friend for many years, and had even helped him get his position at the University, at least… as far as Simon knew. In fact he'd only met the man (if he could be called that) a bare few weeks prior, but human memories were so easily manipulated and Jareth found that having a few people who 'remembered' him made fitting in Aboveground much easier. Besides, to his very great surprise, he actually found that he liked the little man with his never ending supply of sweater-vests.

"Did you get a new one?" Simon asked, indicating the crystalline form of a young woman who seemed to be a breath from lifting into the air on the butterfly wings sprouting from her back. She fit in well amongst the other glass figures, all depicting characters from Greek Mythology. "Hmm, Psyche, is it?"

With a nod, Jareth turned back to gazing out the window. "Added it yesterday," he replied, in an off-hand tone.

His human friend chuckled, "You'll be running out of room here, soon."

Eyes searching for long, dark hair, even though he knew she wouldn't be there, a wicked smirk tugged at Jareth's lips as he replied, "Ah, well. You know how I get with my little obsessions."