The Goblin King

And I shall be Your Slave

Sarah liked routines. Routines made her feel organised, and grown up. And feeling grown up was always beneficial when you were dealing with someone like Jareth, as he was older than she was, but he could still be incredibly immature if the time came, and when he wasn't getting what he wanted.

Which in this case, was her.

'Sarah,' he whined, 'Sarah please. You said you would let me in over 15 minutes ago.' She heard a faint scratching on the window from behind the curtains, and smiled to herself.

'I told you Jareth, like I do everyday, the more you interrupt me, the more time I'll need to spend on my essay.'

It was a regular conversation they had, especially now Jareth seemed to want to 'appear' almost every day, and it was always the same routine. He'd arrive far too early, and complain and moan at her through the window until she was finished, and then once she let him in, they would talk all evening.

Well, that was a lie. Sometimes they didn't just... Talk.

But Sarah was happy with how things were going, he wasn't being all pushy and controlling, and he seemed content with the pace they were taking things, although it troubled her that there hadn't been much of a build up to where they were now.

Granted, he'd been turning up all over the place for three years, but the other day was the first time she had actually let him in. Listening to the fuss he was making outside, perhaps that had been a mistake.

She laid her pen down, satisfied with the evenings work.

'Jareth?' Sarah called, making her way over the the window. Pulling apart the curtains, she relished in the pained expression imprinted upon the birds face. She'd gotten used to it now.. The whole.. Owl thing, but she still wasn't completely happy when his voice came out of its beak.

Undoing the latch, she lifted the window up just far enough for him to enter, and once he was inside, she immediately slammed down the window, locked it, and slide across the curtains once more. Turning around, she gasped, feeling her heart rate soar.

Still hadn't gotten used to that then.

Once again, there he was, larger than life in the middle of her room. His blonde hair was longer than before, but still perfectly styled, each strand staying in place. He wore a black outfit today, completed with a flowing black cloak that reminded her of when he had first entered her bedroom, all those years ago.

'Well hello, Sarah,' he grinned, his eyes following her every move. She smirked back, pulling up his usual chair next to her bed, and roughly patting the seat, sending clouds of dust cascading through the air.

'Hello, Goblin King.' She smiled, watching, as he awkwardly swept his cape to the side and sat down, flattening his illustrious collar so that he could fit in the chair.

'Does your wardrobe contain nothing normal?' She said smirking, examining his diamond encrusted jacket, complete with lace sewn around the hem. Sneering at her, Jareth proceeded to remove the jacket, to reveal an astoundingly normal T-shirt.

Sarah snorted, quickly grabbing the pillow from her bed and using it smother the laugh she could feel swelling up inside.

Jareth looked over, evidently angry, and ripped away the pillow.