She sleeps fitfully, crying out his name. Tears run down her face as her cruel mind replays her own cruelty time after time. She should never have said those words! She should never have sent him away! And to just what had she condemned him? He had looked, so frail, there in those last moments, standing before her, pleading with her, begging her to do nothing more than to love him...
And she had already fallen in love with him! There are times Sarah thinks that she may have loved him since before she had ever set eyes on him. She had thought, as a child, first reading Labyrinth that it was only a fairy tale, but the moment Jareth had entered her life, to take away the baby she herself had so foolishly offered up as a sacrifice to beings she had not known existed, Sarah had known her favorite fantasy was actually truth.
How much of it was true? Sarah has wondered constantly ever since. The book included every single thing she herself had experienced in the Labyrinth, except it had all happened to another girl. Had there been others beside herself? Was everything that had happened, everything she'd thought she'd felt, merely hallucination, part of the Goblin King's ploy to procure a heir and, assumedly, free himself?
She should have been able to move forward. She shouldn't love a man so Hellbent on cruelty and power. But she couldn't forget him. She couldn't move on without him. Toby doesn't even remember the events, but Sarah still dreams them every single night of her life. She still dreams of him. She still calls out to him. She still -- she shamefully, unconsciously admits -- cries for him.
And she is so lost, so terrified, without him! She'd had no choice! She'd wanted to tell him then; she still aches to tell him now. She should have asked his subjects, demanded of them how to re-enter the Labyrinth, how to reach back out to him, that one time they had visited. They had sworn they would be here, but they have never returned to her either. Why? Has he done something to them?
There are so many unanswered questions, but all she wants is to feel his touch again. All she wants is to be able to apologize, to earn his forgiveness, to be told he still loves her, that he will still make her his -- She is his, Sarah knows, heart and soul! Even if Jareth never returns to reclaim her, to take her home. She screams aloud, her world turning topsy turvy as she falls again. She'll awaken back home, she already knows, or in the place that passes for her home but has never felt like it.
She awakes to a soft, white pillow filled with feathers. She awakes in a world she does not want. Thunder blasts outside, drowning out the sounds of frantically beating wings just beyond her window. She never hears him.
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Never Heard
2024-08-22 01:25 (UTC)She sleeps fitfully, crying out his name. Tears run down her face as her cruel mind replays her own cruelty time after time. She should never have said those words! She should never have sent him away! And to just what had she condemned him? He had looked, so frail, there in those last moments, standing before her, pleading with her, begging her to do nothing more than to love him...
And she had already fallen in love with him! There are times Sarah thinks that she may have loved him since before she had ever set eyes on him. She had thought, as a child, first reading Labyrinth that it was only a fairy tale, but the moment Jareth had entered her life, to take away the baby she herself had so foolishly offered up as a sacrifice to beings she had not known existed, Sarah had known her favorite fantasy was actually truth.
How much of it was true? Sarah has wondered constantly ever since. The book included every single thing she herself had experienced in the Labyrinth, except it had all happened to another girl. Had there been others beside herself? Was everything that had happened, everything she'd thought she'd felt, merely hallucination, part of the Goblin King's ploy to procure a heir and, assumedly, free himself?
She should have been able to move forward. She shouldn't love a man so Hellbent on cruelty and power. But she couldn't forget him. She couldn't move on without him. Toby doesn't even remember the events, but Sarah still dreams them every single night of her life. She still dreams of him. She still calls out to him. She still -- she shamefully, unconsciously admits -- cries for him.
And she is so lost, so terrified, without him! She'd had no choice! She'd wanted to tell him then; she still aches to tell him now. She should have asked his subjects, demanded of them how to re-enter the Labyrinth, how to reach back out to him, that one time they had visited. They had sworn they would be here, but they have never returned to her either. Why? Has he done something to them?
There are so many unanswered questions, but all she wants is to feel his touch again. All she wants is to be able to apologize, to earn his forgiveness, to be told he still loves her, that he will still make her his -- She is his, Sarah knows, heart and soul! Even if Jareth never returns to reclaim her, to take her home. She screams aloud, her world turning topsy turvy as she falls again. She'll awaken back home, she already knows, or in the place that passes for her home but has never felt like it.
She awakes to a soft, white pillow filled with feathers. She awakes in a world she does not want. Thunder blasts outside, drowning out the sounds of frantically beating wings just beyond her window. She never hears him.