This is sort of a jareth x reader where the reader took Sarah's place in the labyrinth and got out but a few years later the reader finds herself falling. Just read.
*I'm not fully there rn so I apologize if this chapter is weird. Also Ilove this gif of Jareth.*
I remember it starting off exactly like this. It was as if time itself was disoriented. There was a moment, just a small moment, of clarity. But it was like soaking into a hot bath, all my muscles relaxed. My breathing became deep.
The room seemed a little dimmer in the room than it had been before. And no one was laughing or talking,
Just staring into their partners eyes with love and admiration, dancing as if they were in a trance. Women were dressed in fancy garments. Their arms wrapped around their partner in a relaxed grip.
I blinked slowly at the scene before me. I searched for him. I knew this time what I was looking for. Just one thing.
I was momentarily caught off guard by the swish of my dress. It was different. It was simpler yet beautiful.
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It kind of looked like a wedding dress of sorts.
I swallowed and stepped out into the opening. Unsure, I glanced as the crowd moved out of my way as if they choreographed the whole thing. Their movements seemed smooth and calculated.
Out of nowhere, Jareth slinked out of the shadows. He took one look at me. Looking into my eyes, he smiled.
The action made me smile for some reason.
He offered a gloved hand as a preposition to dance.
I took his hand softly and, like the first time, we fell into a steady, pleasant, waltz.
We danced for hours.
As I twirled around the room, everything seemed to go in slow motion. I was actually smiling for real. No reason.
I was just happy.
We seemed to silently agree to finish dancing.
We sat down on a comfortable, Victorian style, sofa.
I began to trace his fingers with my own. He smiled down at me.
I opened my mouth to speak yet his gloved finger rested softly against my lips.
He grinned and put the finger below my chin.
I leaned in and braced myself as his lips met mine. My heart felt light in the serene moment. He was gentle and patient as we kissed slowly.
I wasn't concerned with whatever was going on around me.
I was only aware of his hand caressing my cheek, his body pressed against mine, my hand in his hair, his lips on mine.
