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jalenstrix ([personal profile] jalenstrix) wrote in [community profile] labyfic 2019-03-13 06:05 pm (UTC)

Word count: 499

Drabble:

Silence stretched, thick and viscous.

Jareth leaned forward, moonlight highlighting sharp features. “Why I am here, Sarah? It’s not Scrabble night.”

I moistened my lips, trying to find the words.

He arched an eyebrow. “I just need you to tell me, Sarah. Plainly and simply.”

I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. “I need you.” I scrounged for some courage, opened my eyes, and arched an eyebrow back at him. “Plain and simple enough?”

His eyes flashed. “But for what, hmmm?”

“I hear tell you have some skills with babies.”

He blinked, a measured lowering of eyelids that surely inspired trepidation in many a conversational companion. “And?”

I lifted my chin. “I want a child.”

That cracked a smile from him. “The last time we discussed children—“

“I know. I was fifteen and a brat and now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I need your help to get a child.”

He tilted his head like a raptor. “For how long?”

“Forever.”

He tilted his head the other way. “In human form, I assume.”

“You assume correctly.”

There was that smile again. “You do realize my specialty is either temporary human possession or permanent goblin possession.”

“As you’re so fond of telling me, you’re a Faerie Lord. I’m quite sure you can manage if you really want to.”

Something unnameable swam through his eyes. “Your faith bolsters my spirit.”

I swallowed hard and held his gaze. “Jareth, please. Help me do this. Please.”

He moved in front of me, his eyes searching mine with acute interest. “I haven’t heard you beg in twenty years.”

“I’m begging now.”

“Why? What’s changed your mind so forcefully?”

My mouth tasted bitter. “Knowledge.”

“What kind?”

“Medical. I will never...be able to have my own children.”

His face could have been carved from stone. “Why not?”

“They had to...had to remove--“

He cut me off with a sharp gesture. “Why?”

“Because I’m broken, Jareth. Things were wrong and they were making me sick.”

He shook his head and moved his hands to stroke gently down my shoulders. “Your human butchery never ceases to amaze me. Why didn’t you ask me for help before you submitted to that abomination?”

“I didn’t think that medical miracles fell within your purview.”

“As you pointed out, I’m a Faerie Lord.” He leaned in until his breath was hot in my ear. “Have a little more faith.”

I snorted softly, trying not to feel the sting at the corners of my eyes. “Well, it’s too late now.”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Don’t you remember another of my specialties? About reordering time?”

“Can you do that in our world? I thought effects here were just illusion.”

“Have a little more faith.”

I blinked hard. “You mean that literally, don’t you?”

“And there’s my sharp little thinker.”

I felt the tears hot on my cheeks as I smiled. “I’d hit you, but Faerie Lords are so temperamental.”

“A little more faith, Sarah, a little more faith.”

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