According to Jareth, sooner or later the Labyrinth would recruit rescue guardians for Sarah, so aside from her concern over how he was coping with the impact of the recent test, this was something she would need to deal with in the future.
Bearing that in mind, she had been observing the trio to determine what she could expect to contend with and if there were any ways to mitigate the fallout.
It wasn’t an issue throughout the day, as they worked together in the metalworks. It was in the evenings where they struggled. Initially Jareth had been inseparable from Rook and Erich, to the point it interrupted his sleep and they sought each other out. Sarah had watched them ease back from needing constant physical contact. It was now at a point where she would see one of them stop, their eyes tightening and they’d drop what they were doing and walk to their nearest compatriot to bury their face in a neck or wrap their arms around a body. The action always cascaded and it would pull all three together like magnets.
Sarah had discovered that it helped if they were distracted, so she grilled Bishop for information on past interactions and used it to keep them engaged with each other.
Music seemed to work well to balance them out. Jareth and Erich were accomplished musicians who were both proficient in several instruments. Rook, on the other hand, loved music, but lacked their talent. She could play scales on several instruments, which was amusing to watch as she held her tongue at the corner of her mouth in intense concentration. The boys had laughed when told Sarah that it had taken them years to beat that amount of rudimentary skill into her muscle memory and Sarah had hoped that was a euphemism, but Rook’s glare made it hard to determine the truth.
Rook’s skills came to the fore when it came to lyrics, leaning in the same direction as Jareth with their shared abstract tastes in art, where Erich favoured lyrical compositions. Sarah had been thoroughly entertained at the good natured rivalry between the three as they wrote.
Sarah thought she may have found the key to their relationship when she watched them singing. Erich was good and Jareth made her melt, but Rook was atrocious. She understood the concept of singing with the music, even if her efforts were far from musical, where Jareth tended to take music as a vague suggestion and worked around it. His efforts to explain this technique and Rook’s increasing frustration at her inability to understand it had devolved into all of them dragging up past exchanges before collapsing in laughter.
Sarah was a little embarrassed that it took her way too long to realise that this was an old exchange they were rehashing for both their own amusement and her entertainment, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind when it was their laughter that was healing the anguish they had shared.
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2023-03-28 08:33 (UTC)Drabble:
According to Jareth, sooner or later the Labyrinth would recruit rescue guardians for Sarah, so aside from her concern over how he was coping with the impact of the recent test, this was something she would need to deal with in the future.
Bearing that in mind, she had been observing the trio to determine what she could expect to contend with and if there were any ways to mitigate the fallout.
It wasn’t an issue throughout the day, as they worked together in the metalworks. It was in the evenings where they struggled. Initially Jareth had been inseparable from Rook and Erich, to the point it interrupted his sleep and they sought each other out. Sarah had watched them ease back from needing constant physical contact. It was now at a point where she would see one of them stop, their eyes tightening and they’d drop what they were doing and walk to their nearest compatriot to bury their face in a neck or wrap their arms around a body. The action always cascaded and it would pull all three together like magnets.
Sarah had discovered that it helped if they were distracted, so she grilled Bishop for information on past interactions and used it to keep them engaged with each other.
Music seemed to work well to balance them out. Jareth and Erich were accomplished musicians who were both proficient in several instruments. Rook, on the other hand, loved music, but lacked their talent. She could play scales on several instruments, which was amusing to watch as she held her tongue at the corner of her mouth in intense concentration. The boys had laughed when told Sarah that it had taken them years to beat that amount of rudimentary skill into her muscle memory and Sarah had hoped that was a euphemism, but Rook’s glare made it hard to determine the truth.
Rook’s skills came to the fore when it came to lyrics, leaning in the same direction as Jareth with their shared abstract tastes in art, where Erich favoured lyrical compositions. Sarah had been thoroughly entertained at the good natured rivalry between the three as they wrote.
Sarah thought she may have found the key to their relationship when she watched them singing. Erich was good and Jareth made her melt, but Rook was atrocious. She understood the concept of singing with the music, even if her efforts were far from musical, where Jareth tended to take music as a vague suggestion and worked around it. His efforts to explain this technique and Rook’s increasing frustration at her inability to understand it had devolved into all of them dragging up past exchanges before collapsing in laughter.
Sarah was a little embarrassed that it took her way too long to realise that this was an old exchange they were rehashing for both their own amusement and her entertainment, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind when it was their laughter that was healing the anguish they had shared.