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Nothing Is What It Seems
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G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
10,087
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Clocks Tick and Tables Balance
((A/N: This is obviously an incomplete chapter, and I'll be adding to it at the soonest opportunity. School and a new job have divided my time with impunity and my muse is a little strangled. But I think that with this start it will be easier for me to get going when I find a good stretch of time for writing.Thank you all for your comments and encouragement. I'll do my best not to disappoint.))
Jareth wasn't happy to be standing there, and he was less happy when he realized Sarah wasn't even out of bed yet and summoning him. His foul temper was alleiviated only slightly by her squeak of dismay, and he did his best to keep from smirking, turning around before she even drew the coverlet to her chin.
His amusement fell away again as he caught sight of the clock hung over the mantle of her small hearth, and he swore dispassionatly beneath his breath. "I suggest you begin your day, girl, and refraind from calling me until you are prepared to continue our discussion." The chill in his voice was not intended for Sarah but he was certain she had taken it personally as she began to splutter something at his back even as he vanished from the chambers he had sequestered her in.
'You have no idea what this takes, do you Sarah?' Jareth's lip curled with the sour tone of his thoughts as he settled himself in his chair stiffly. 'Must think I have all the time in the world to while away waiting on your pleasure. Little fool. Why call me when there is nothing to be accomplished by it? Ten o'clock in the morning and still abed! And look at all this! This wasn't here when I left!' The Goblin King stifled the urge to bury his face in his hands and contemplated the sheaves of parchment new to his desk with a homicidal gleam in his mismatched eyes. But the gleam died a moment later when he became aware of the ticking of the clock and he set to the drudgery of managing a kingdom, quill in hand.
Only an hour before grievances, and then there was Sarah to see to. The thought brought him no relief.
Sarah was mortified. She had just opened her eyes and there he was, pristine as ever from booted toe to styled head. He didn't seem to know, did he? And he had been such a bastard to her! First thing in the morning and right after - But he doesn't know that, stupid! It was your dream, right? And it had been. Oh thank God her hands had been on the pillow beside her. Thank God he hadn't realized!
Her hands were on the pillow. Dear lord. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut as she sat up, and the slick rub of her thighs made her quiver. Down girl.
Happily, the small bag she had packed was sitting at the foot of the bed on a chest. Sarah pulled a pair of jeans and a fresh blouse at random and glanced around the room before stepping behing the wooden screen she had been startled by the night before. It hid one corner of the room from view, as well as a small table carrying a washbasin, an ewer of tepid water, and small stack of soft cloths. She used one of these to first wash her face and then wipe her inner thighs. Sarah had pulled on her shirt and was zipping her jeans when a small voice called out to her from the room proper, "Anything for the laundry, eh miss?", and almost fell, catching herself on the table, and then having to catch the ewer before it smashed itself to the tile.
"One minute!" When the girl peeked her head from behind the screen she was surprised to see a creature much like Didymous staring back at her. Didymous, Ludo. Jareth says they're like Hoggle. Criminals. "Who are you?" The little creature only cocked its head before tugging the used cloth from her hand.
Sarah watched it trundle across to the bed before she repeated herself, and this time it paused. Jareth had called Didymous a demi-kit, and Sarah was certain the thing in front of her was a she-Didymous. It wore a simple little frock and it's bushy tail twitched agitatedly behind it, a darker brown than her little knight's had been. "I'm just a maid."
The maid pulled her worn clothes from the bed and smoothed the comforter more neatly than Sarah had, then fluffed the pillows. "You must have a name."
As the diminuitive woman shoved Sarah's clothes into a small cart by the door she replied, "Claret. I'll be keeping your room." Claret lifted a paw to the door and vanished along with her cart as she touched the wood.
Sarah stared after the odd little maid for a long moment. Demikit. That's what Jareth said. But what could something so small - I've got to know. Doesn't matter how rude her was - Was he rude? He must have been. He's a rude man. He didn't know, and he has to tell me what's hapening. Suddenly resolved to finish her conversation with the Goblin King, Sarah spoke.
"Jareth."
Jareth wasn't happy to be standing there, and he was less happy when he realized Sarah wasn't even out of bed yet and summoning him. His foul temper was alleiviated only slightly by her squeak of dismay, and he did his best to keep from smirking, turning around before she even drew the coverlet to her chin.
His amusement fell away again as he caught sight of the clock hung over the mantle of her small hearth, and he swore dispassionatly beneath his breath. "I suggest you begin your day, girl, and refraind from calling me until you are prepared to continue our discussion." The chill in his voice was not intended for Sarah but he was certain she had taken it personally as she began to splutter something at his back even as he vanished from the chambers he had sequestered her in.
'You have no idea what this takes, do you Sarah?' Jareth's lip curled with the sour tone of his thoughts as he settled himself in his chair stiffly. 'Must think I have all the time in the world to while away waiting on your pleasure. Little fool. Why call me when there is nothing to be accomplished by it? Ten o'clock in the morning and still abed! And look at all this! This wasn't here when I left!' The Goblin King stifled the urge to bury his face in his hands and contemplated the sheaves of parchment new to his desk with a homicidal gleam in his mismatched eyes. But the gleam died a moment later when he became aware of the ticking of the clock and he set to the drudgery of managing a kingdom, quill in hand.
Only an hour before grievances, and then there was Sarah to see to. The thought brought him no relief.
Sarah was mortified. She had just opened her eyes and there he was, pristine as ever from booted toe to styled head. He didn't seem to know, did he? And he had been such a bastard to her! First thing in the morning and right after - But he doesn't know that, stupid! It was your dream, right? And it had been. Oh thank God her hands had been on the pillow beside her. Thank God he hadn't realized!
Her hands were on the pillow. Dear lord. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut as she sat up, and the slick rub of her thighs made her quiver. Down girl.
Happily, the small bag she had packed was sitting at the foot of the bed on a chest. Sarah pulled a pair of jeans and a fresh blouse at random and glanced around the room before stepping behing the wooden screen she had been startled by the night before. It hid one corner of the room from view, as well as a small table carrying a washbasin, an ewer of tepid water, and small stack of soft cloths. She used one of these to first wash her face and then wipe her inner thighs. Sarah had pulled on her shirt and was zipping her jeans when a small voice called out to her from the room proper, "Anything for the laundry, eh miss?", and almost fell, catching herself on the table, and then having to catch the ewer before it smashed itself to the tile.
"One minute!" When the girl peeked her head from behind the screen she was surprised to see a creature much like Didymous staring back at her. Didymous, Ludo. Jareth says they're like Hoggle. Criminals. "Who are you?" The little creature only cocked its head before tugging the used cloth from her hand.
Sarah watched it trundle across to the bed before she repeated herself, and this time it paused. Jareth had called Didymous a demi-kit, and Sarah was certain the thing in front of her was a she-Didymous. It wore a simple little frock and it's bushy tail twitched agitatedly behind it, a darker brown than her little knight's had been. "I'm just a maid."
The maid pulled her worn clothes from the bed and smoothed the comforter more neatly than Sarah had, then fluffed the pillows. "You must have a name."
As the diminuitive woman shoved Sarah's clothes into a small cart by the door she replied, "Claret. I'll be keeping your room." Claret lifted a paw to the door and vanished along with her cart as she touched the wood.
Sarah stared after the odd little maid for a long moment. Demikit. That's what Jareth said. But what could something so small - I've got to know. Doesn't matter how rude her was - Was he rude? He must have been. He's a rude man. He didn't know, and he has to tell me what's hapening. Suddenly resolved to finish her conversation with the Goblin King, Sarah spoke.
"Jareth."