…seems there are still a few of you here since my absence…
Jareth sat on his thrown, a leg over the arm and his head in his hand. Teeeeenagers… Though she was an adult by technicality, she was still his daughter. Which was part of the problem. Head strong and a sincere pain the ass, at least to him, he couldn’t seem to get her to conform to regal life, no matter how long she spent in the labyrinth. “Eighteen years and you’d think she’d learn a thing or two about being a Princess… but nooooooo…” He mused to no one in particular. She’s too much like her mother… The King heard steps coming into the throne room. “Ellette, is that you?” Jareth looked at the door to see his daughter walk into the room. She was the prettiest girl to walk the Labyrinth, perhaps only out-shined by her mother alone.
Ellette honestly hadn’t planned this out perfectly, even that wasn’t the best way to put it. She planned this out down right horribly, the pesky goblins not giving her enough time to prepare for these things, bratsshe though to herself. She couldn’t believe he finally noticed she was gone, she thought it would have taken him a bit longer to say the least. Stepping into the throne room, she pauses for a moment as she hears him calls oh bog, I haven’t a clue what to say she panics slightly “Y-yes, Father” she calls back with the most innocent smile she can muster “A-are those new… boots? They look very lovely” she attempts poorly.
Jareth rolled his eyes. He should have let her rot on Earth instead of scooping her up into the Labyrinth, away from her mother. She’d probably have turned out half decent. It wasn’t that he was disappointed in her, quite the contrary. He just hated not having control.
Raising a brow, he waved her into the room. “New boots? Really child?” His hand went to his forehead, massaging his temples. “And just what were you doing this afternoon?” He didn’t leave her time to reply, “You know, there’s to be a ball in your honor in a fortnight, and here you are, mucking about, without a clue as to how to manage a castle full of guests…” He eyed her with fatherly irritation.
“The one they call…” He paused a moment looking the girl over. She was a beauty to be sure, and although she looked human, something about her made him think otherwise. Fae always had a knack for picking out the inhuman from a crowd. He couldn’t help but smile; being known always inflated his overly large ego. “Yes,” he stated, giving her a bow from his head, “I am Jareth, Goblin King and ruler of The Labyrinth. And just who might you be, Miss Explorer…?”
Miss Explorer? While the nickname amused her, she wasn’t too fond of being called something other than her name…well, names. Giselle was usually the one to give nicknames, being the more charismatic one in the group. It seemed that Jareth would be giving her a run for her money in the charming category. “You can call me The Agent,” she said, curtseying a bit. The Time Lady figured she could play into the little game she hoped to start. “A traveler of time and space from the planet Gallifrey,” she added, hoping to impress him just a little bit.
Jareth raised a brow, his lips pursed at her quip as to what he could call her. “Alright… Agent. Gallifrey…” He mused a moment. “Lovely planet… You’re one of the last of your kind if I remember the histories correctly…” His eyes traveled her down her frame; it was fascinating just how human she looked. Other species always fascinated him, albeit, he was goblin, which wasn’t very interesting to many. “So then… What would entice you to explore my Labyrinth? Perhaps it would be better to have a personal tour?” He offered her his arm; human or not, she was still a lady.
Batman stood staunchly, although he was very much aware of this man’s power, but he was less than intimidated in his vicinity. He was all fluff, what was there to be intimidated by? He was silent until Jareth ceased to smile.
“Do you see any wings?”
Jareth raised a brow. Insufferable mortal… “S’pose not… So then, just who are you?” The Goblin King was less than thrilled at the man’s shortness with him.
He saw the annoyance on the man’s face, but was too composed to let a grin slip.
“I’m Batman- but that is less interesting, because I would very much like to know who you are exactly…”
Jareth chuckled. “I don’t see the importance of knowing my identity, but as I’ve nothing to fear from you, Batboy… I,” He paused for dramatic effect, “Am Jareth, The Goblin King.” He gave a small, one armed bow, not even really bothering to bend at the waist. “I hope you don’t think you look frightful in all that black… Going to a funeral?” He quipped. He so enjoyed being a right ass some days, and today seemed to be just the perfect sort.
The King sighed. He knew it was too good to be true. Jareth hoped perhaps it was Destiny playing the cards in his favor; by the look on Sarah’s face, he knew it was not true. A fluke, a kink in the garden hose of time. Nothing more. Waving an arm wide as he turned, he spoke, “Oh fine then. Follow me dear girl and I’ll get you home before you can say ‘hogwart’.” He sauntered off toward his castle, knowing full well of the portal that lay hidden on the roof of the topmost tower. He’d let her walk straight back home, away from the Labyrinth, away from him.
Sarah could feel hundreds of goblin eyes on her as she followed the king. Mummers of wonder surrounded her and, though she tried to keep looking straight ahead, she found herself looking around, taking in everything. “I see nothing’s changed, then.” She mused out loud, smiling slightly.
Jareth could hear a tone that sounded less biting than earlier in the girl’s voice. “Yes, time transpires at my will here… Unlike on Earth.” He mused aloud. He missed her company, her snarky remarks, her knack for stating the obvious. His paced slowed, “How has life been treating you Sarah? What have you done with yourself since leaving my Labyrinth?” He asked her. He’d let his crystals stay dark when it pertained to her; he had no intention of inflicting unnecessary pain upon his battered heart.
had some pretty fantastic hair, so…figured I would follow you. Hello, I am Lucius…
"Lucius… A pleasure…" He nodded to the man, his hand rubbing his chin. "And just what would you call yourself? Wizard? Warlock? There’s magic about you sir…"
“Oh wish granting mainly. And I’ll admit, I enjoy the company of a lovely lady.” He looked down at her and winked. Jareth was forever a ladies’ man, even on the occasions when the ladies didn’t think so. “The Goblin King tends to be quite generous in making dreams reality… I suppose that comes from being held within such a magical world.” He chuckled, his arrogance oozing from his lips. “So tell me about your world. It’s been a while since I’ve visited. How are things going there?”
She laughed faintly, a pink flush on her cheeks as she did so “Wish granting? Sounds entertaining really.”
“Good for most people I suppose” she nodded slightly “My friend just defeated an evil wizard and won the wizard world war a few months back. Most people are still celebrating”
"Most?" He eye’d her. If a war had been won, generally that would be cause for celebration, however this girl insinuated she was not celebrating. "Tell me child, you sound less than thrilled… Are you not rejoicing with them?"
Balder chuckled and ran them there in about 3 seconds. “No one is masquerading as you. David Bowie is a musician that portrayed you in a movie back in the 80’s. And from knowing you this long he was right on the dot!” she smiled and got them a table. “He could literally be your long lost twin, the only difference I can see is that you have two different colored eyes, david’s are just blue, but one is damaged.”
"Fascinating…" The King muttered, dusting off his chest from the hands of the grabbing women. "So then… about these dogs of yours…" Jareth eyed the establishment they’d taken refuge in. It was less than appealing for royalty, but he figured she might be onto something.
theholytwin started following you
"Pardon, might I ask as to what you’re doing in my Labyrinth?"