obsidionhate:

Who: Jareth and Greeter
Where: Hannibal Hotel Lobby
When: After Midnight
Why: Fates are cruel to him like his beloved Sarah



You have no power over me. Those were the words she spoke to him that fateful day when, yet again, he offered her the world if only she would submit to his rule. No. She said those six powerful words and in a flurry of linens and silks, his world crumpled. Her baby brother Tobey was returned to her and both were transported to their own world where Sarah was happy. Happy with the friends she made in his realm. Yes, he watched her. On that rainy evening, the same evening he took her brother, he watched her through the window before taking flight.

Jareth remembered the feel of the wind under his wings, the beating of the rain as he flew and the flash of lightening, the clap of thunder as he fled back to his castle to hide his sorrow. However, when the doors burst open of his Goblin castle, he expected his hapless court to be there waiting for him, but when he transformed from that beautiful snowy owl with the light feathering of blond feathers to the magnificant king that he was, Jareth was taken back. He was not back in the rooms of his castle. No, he was simply somewhere else.

Furrowing his brows, he turned around in a swish of white, his cloak of feathers brushing against the floor. Bringing up a gloved hand to his temple, he touched it in case he was injured in the flight here. No, I was not. Turning away from where he stood, he marched over to a window and shoved back the curtains to spy the land covered in snow. Gone was his castle walls. His Goblin City and the Labyrinth that surrounded it.

Dropping his hand from the curtain, he slowly turned before sinking into a nearby chair. Did his Sarah's words have more power in them than he suspected? Did she cast a spell on him like he tried all those many times? Did she wish him away like she wished away her brother?

Leaning forward, he pressed his hand over his eyes, his wild blond locks falling around his shoulders and covering his hand. "Foolish girl."