Sarah now stood, slightly disoriented, in the extravagant ballroom filled with other masked guests dancing and laughing their time away. She wore the fancy ball gown once again, in a daze as she tried to recall what it was that she was there for. There was a reason she was there. It was right on the tip of her tongue...
'Oh, right...... Where do I find him?'
With the image of the fae she was looking for cemented in her thoughts, the one she most desired to find, she set off through the crowds. She needed his presence... as for why she needed him, she wasn't particularly sure. She had the sense that she had all the time in the world to find him and figure it out, though. Because it was important... it had to be.
She paused in place as she caught sight of him brushing past the multitudes of other guests, his eyes automatically locking with hers from across the room as he moved. The suspense of waiting for him to reach her was almost unbearable as she stood rooted in place until he stood directly in front of her.
The Goblin King's aura was regal and triumphant as he stared at her, his alluring gaze accentuated by the bright eyeshadow above his heterochromatic eyes. When he offered his hand to her, she readily took it.. as easily as if they'd already danced a thousand dances together. He pulled her in to waltz, his embrace so familiar to her.
That was when her trance seemingly ended, and she shook her head in realization of how she'd ended up here. "The peach..." Sarah was astonished as, a moment after, Jareth's hand on her waist pulled her in closer, and his other hand gently squeezed hers. "Jareth... what —?"
"Remember. We both agreed on exploring your dream together," he explained, leading their dance elegantly across the floor, expertly avoiding the other dancers. "So don't immediately pull away to smash the dream to pieces."
'Ah, that's right,' she thought distractedly, taking in their surroundings more attentively than before. 'I was curious as to how deep into detail this crystal went in my dreams...'
"Can you imagine?" Jareth asked, his eyes peering wistfully at the other members of the room while Sarah looked up at him in dismay.
"Imagine what?"
"Imagine. Us hosting balls like this on special occasions as king and queen. Getting to dance together as long and as often as possible. You..." his thumb rubbed gently against the back of her hand, "in my arms like this.. every day."
The blush his words caused had Sarah turning her head away, her thoughts running wild at his nonchalant mention of them dancing together on a regular basis. As king and queen. With that, her thoughts recalled something at that moment that caused her to gasp and forget about the butterflies swarming her belly.
"Wait," she turned quickly back to him. "About us hosting these kinds of balls in the future.... The man that danced with me at the ball my stepmother hosted.. was that —?"
His slow nod in reply confirmed her suspicions.
"You!" she burst, thinking back to it.
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"Not your scene?" one asked, spinning her only once before dancing respectively with a hand holding hers and the other loosely placed against her side. A refreshing difference from the boys that wanted her arms around their necks while their hands gripped her hips.
This boy — no, not boy — this man stood a head taller than her, his voice soothing her tense nerves somewhat. His eyes were shadowed by the simplistic black mask covering the top half of his face, short blonde hair framing the sides of it. The classic tuxedo he wore was so polished, it was as if it had never been wrinkled.
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It's Only Forever
FanfictionIt's been three years since Sarah beat the Labyrinth, but Jareth the Goblin King somehow manages to find a loophole to take her back to the Underground. Her dreams of freedom are being shattered by the one man she had hoped to never see again. Howev...