Drabble #36: A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

[redwolf]

Digging up an old challenge from Livejournal:

This month's drabble challenge comes direct to you from the fantastic mogglet: A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing.

Someone, intentionally or inadvertently, is impersonating Jareth. Who, why, and what happens to them next is up to you.

Intentional impersonation has dastardly possibilities, while inadvertent impersonation lends itself more towards the comedic -- but either way, there's likely to be unholy Jarethian wrath. Or possibly amusement. Or both.

Go forth and conquer with thy drabbles!

Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit for this month of 500 words. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!

Your entry should take the following format, posted as a comment on this entry:

Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble

Remember: Feedback is LOVE. So do reply to your fellow labyficcers' drabbles if so inclined. (Though be careful of concrit unless specifically okayed by the author beforehand. Authors generally write for love.)

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Savage

[redwolf]

Word count: 500
Drabble:

Sarah was sitting up in bed reading about the history of a neighbouring kingdom. She’d still been half asleep when Jareth had left that morning and was trying to stay awake to greet him when he got back. She had made him promise to wake her, but she would like to be a little more lucid for the occasion.

Jareth had needed to go Above to consult with his various enterprises and had held the trip off until he could time it for a period of slippage between the realms when the alignment would mean he could return to Sarah in just under an Underground day.

He’d taken some of his away team as security, but Sarah was pleased to know that Rook was also with him. While he would be travelling to familiar places with little chance of danger, she knew that Rook would take a bullet for Jareth. She laughed when Angel had told her that if it came to that, the woman would then find the shooter, rip a limb off and beat them to death with the wet end, but Rook’s expression had given her enough pause to wonder if the description was less of a joke and more of an anecdote. Either way, it meant that her Goblin King was in safe, if somewhat bloody, hands.

Sarah had been reading the same paragraph over and over, but was certain she hadn’t been falling asleep until she was startled awake by voices outside the bedroom door. She heard a clear “heads up”, but had no idea what “ken bam” meant. Although Rook had at least used an affectionate tone as she bid Jareth a good night so it couldn’t have been too serious.

As Jareth entered the room to grace her with a broad grin of too sharp teeth, she reconsidered that she could have been wrong on that count. Sarah knew there would be a considerable time slip, but she didn’t expect the full beard.

“You don’t like it, love?” Sarah got up and experimentally ran her fingers along his cheek, scratching lightly through the hair.

“Perhaps if I’d seen you grow it out instead of springing this on me in all its glory.” Sarah answered diplomatically before pointing towards the bathroom. “Now make it go away.” She followed him in to watch him shave, deeply confused that someone so beautiful could look so utterly feral with facial hair. She narrowed her eyes as he wielded the straight razor with swift precision. “Nice try, but I can see what you’re up to.” Jareth met her eyes in the mirror and raised a questioning eyebrow. “The porn ‘stache goes too.”

With a chuckle, Jareth completed his shave to Sarah's not terribly well hidden relief and followed her back to the bedroom.

“I have missed this,” Jareth said as he pulled her into an embrace. He cupped Sarah’s chin to look in her eyes. “Now, my love, I insist you tell me more about this porn ‘stache.”