Writing Prompt: Last Time
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dailyprompt
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the words that flowed out. The Henson company owns the other characters, I just like to play with them.
Ratings: None this time.
Pairing: As always, SarahxJareth What else is there to write?
Summary: It's going to be the last time he thinks of her
Author's Note: Unedited.
The castle is quiet today. There's not a sound going on and it's a wonder. The king of the Goblins sat in his favorite rounded chair in the throne room, nursing a hang-over. The Underground's version of New Years was way more potent than any Aboveground one that Jareth had attended in the past. His head throbbed and his eyes burned. He blamed it all on Hoggle, who had told him about "Lady Sarah". Scowling, Jareth had quickly shouted at him, "She's not a lady! I don't know why you keep talking about her like that!"
Hoggle had just wagged his hand, mumbled something about him being a "rat bastard" and scuffled off. If Jareth hadn't been as moody as he was he would've bogged the dwarf, that was for certain. It was the news about Sarah that upset him the most. His Sarah, engaged. Jareth closed his mismatched eyes and let out a long sigh.
"You have no power over me, my precious thing." He whispered knowing full well that she did. She haunted him and had ever since she defeated him and the Labyrinth. No other mortal had captured his heart as well. And now she was of age and he was too late...too late, too late.
"It's the last time I'm going to think about her." The King mumbled.
However, he knew it was a lie.
dailyprompt Disclaimers: I own nothing but the words that flowed out. The Henson company owns the other characters, I just like to play with them.
Ratings: None this time.
Pairing: As always, SarahxJareth What else is there to write?
Summary: It's going to be the last time he thinks of her
Author's Note: Unedited.
The castle is quiet today. There's not a sound going on and it's a wonder. The king of the Goblins sat in his favorite rounded chair in the throne room, nursing a hang-over. The Underground's version of New Years was way more potent than any Aboveground one that Jareth had attended in the past. His head throbbed and his eyes burned. He blamed it all on Hoggle, who had told him about "Lady Sarah". Scowling, Jareth had quickly shouted at him, "She's not a lady! I don't know why you keep talking about her like that!"
Hoggle had just wagged his hand, mumbled something about him being a "rat bastard" and scuffled off. If Jareth hadn't been as moody as he was he would've bogged the dwarf, that was for certain. It was the news about Sarah that upset him the most. His Sarah, engaged. Jareth closed his mismatched eyes and let out a long sigh.
"You have no power over me, my precious thing." He whispered knowing full well that she did. She haunted him and had ever since she defeated him and the Labyrinth. No other mortal had captured his heart as well. And now she was of age and he was too late...too late, too late.
"It's the last time I'm going to think about her." The King mumbled.
However, he knew it was a lie.
