(AN: This is going to be a series of Drabbles inspired by The Script's 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved. Not my usual style of music, but, Cybrokat converted me with her beautiful piece 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved'. A Harry Potter fanfic, one of the best Snape/Hermione I've ever read. Thank you, my dear, for creating such a piece and introducing me to this song.
Sit back and enjoy my written desires.)

Disclaimer: I hold no rights over Labyrinth; including characters, concepts, Bowie and plotline.
I do not own rights to The Script's 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved.'

He would always wait.

That's what he told himself. It didn't matter that she no longer dreamed of goblins and their king, the adventures that she could have, the characters she could play. She wouldn't do that, not when she could call upon her friends and bring them from his world just by her will alone. Bring the traitorous cretins that she saw fit to occupy her time with. She needn't play pretend in the park and recite lines to her dog.

She didn't dream anymore, not here, not in the place that he first laid eyes upon her.

(AN: And for those who don't know, a Drabble is a piece of fiction consisting of exactly one-hundred words. So, obviously I won't be counting my Author's Notes in the word count. That would just be cruel...
Until next time, your ever faithful personal devil awaits.)