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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 12:43 pm
((You live!! *glomps*))
Seeing how far the mighty king had fallen made Sarah feel even worse for how she'd treated him. Still, she'd been a child when they'd first met and hadn't thought any further than her own part in the story. She'd wanted to get Toby and go home, to be the heroine of the story so that she'd have an adventure in her lifetime and never have to be stuck in monantany again. Her adventure could have killed an entire world.
He spoke in a way that told her how little he truly cared. He was tired, and he looked almost...defeated. She stayed where she was until he stepped back, only reaching out to take his wrist on a whim. "Would it matter any to apologize?" She was more thinking aloud than really speaking to him, and she released her grip on his wrist almost as soon as she realized she'd taken it.
Sarah followed the fallen king into the dining room, looking around in wonder at the beautiful dining hall. She imagined it in its true glory, when grand balls had convened in these halls and wonderful parties had come and gone through these walls. She turned in a complete circle, a sort of childish wonder still shining in her lovely eyes.
She could almost hear music drifting around, maybe from a hidden ballroom she knew had to exist somewhere in the grandness of the Goblin Castle. A dreamer still, though aged somewhat so that her dreams were grander than any fairytale.
"What this place must have been before..." She murmured, finally shaking herself and starting back after the king.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:21 pm
Jareth half heard Sarah say something as he turned away, but in that instant it seemed as much a dream to him as anything. He had doubted himself many times recently, had so many imagined conversations with Sarah, encouraged and taken part in so many lucid dream worlds...
He walked on, leaving his princess at one end of the dining room, her breath clearly showing her awe; her comment backing that up. He wondered if she would or could recognise it at all. It had only been the basis for her masquerade dream; one that had taken him months to craft to perfection, but it was a base non the less. It was nothing like it had been now. He ran his own eyes lazily over the decrepit curtains and layers of dust, breezed them past the long table that once shined so brilliantly white and gold that he could see his own reflection in its surface; had had often dressed in colours to match its elegance for sheer personal pleasures. Now, the only glittering thing in the room was her. He doubted she realised it, and attempted dearly not to allow his eyes to rest on her form for too long. She had grown indeed, and at times he could hardly bare it, at others he felt himself warm inside to the sheer....wonder that was his Sarah. She was like an endlessly blooming flower, never to die, only to grow more beautiful with age. He used to think of himself like that. It was an odd moment when Jareth realised that his self love had indeed evaporated somewhere, he still carried himself with an air of discaring, but in reality? As he lost the Labyrinth he lost himself and vice verca. Without Sarah, the Labyrinth and everything it once was or ever could be would certainly fall apart from the foundations.
He started a little when three goblins entered the dining room in a slight hurry, as if overly keen to get the prepared food to their masters table. There were no prizes for guessing why. They made strange little sounds as they scurried across the brilliant marble flooring clattering their silver trays. Considering that his servants were goblins, the food they served looked nothing like one might find whipped up from such creatures in fairy tales, no. The spread they laid was simple good food, beautifully prepared and arranged. Bread and butter, cold cuts of lean meat, a dish of dried fruits and a plate of sweet tart and deep golden biscuits.
Jareth nodded to himself and then to the goblins to issue them away, and held out a hand to gesture to Sarah,
"please"
he said simply, his hand towards a seat, he made no move to dust it or even pull it out for her, though later he thought he should perhaps have done so.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 12:34 pm
Sarah watched the king with more than a little concern. She really hadn't wanted things to get this bad. So far it seemed the only person she was helping was herself, even if she was attempting to get Jareth back to some form of health. That was going to be a long and tedious process, and one she was certain she wasn't going to be able to complete on her own. The Goblin King was a man made from legends, given strength and spirit by a power far beyond her ability to comprehend. So then, with that being so, how was she to do anything to make this better? The dark haired young woman wasn't certain of this, but she'd figure it out.
When he motioned for her to sit Sarah did just that, though she paused long enough to dust off the thick layer of dust in her seat before settling down. She wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, though figured it would be best to make a good impression with Jareth and eat when he did. Maybe it would offer some form of nonverbal encouragement.
She wondered if his lack of gentlemanly behavior was also due to his state or if he just didn't bother with it because she was the one he was reluctantly entertaining. The food itself looked appetizing, and she suddenly found she was hungry after all. "It looks delicious."
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