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Jareth (labyrinth_king) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-21 08:09:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 33, jareth, sarah williams

Who: Jareth and Sarah Williams
What: Aftermath
When: Day 33, mid-morning
Where: Just outside Jareth's room, to start
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-ish

Although he'd lived for more years than humans had even existed for, he'd never had a day like the one he'd had yesterday. It seemed there were a lot of 'nevers' going on in his life recently, actually. He'd never been kidnapped before, only now Mirage had changed that. He'd never been bowling before... and he chose not to think much about that, But above all, he'd never had coffee with his nemesis, and had never expected to. Even kings who had been alive for thousands of years don't know everything, apparently.

Though no one would have known it simply by looking at him, he was still hashing the whole thing over in his mind. What had happened, and why? In the end, though, he'd been able to come to only one conclusion. He wasn't exactly sure the why and how of it all, but he was sure of one thing. He hadn't hated anything that had happened, no matter how awkward it had been. Perhaps that was enough.

He'd gone back to his room after the odd chat with Sarah, and been there ever since, thinking it through. Now, however, it was time to get out of there. So he left the room that was the spitting image of his throne room in the Castle at the center of the Labyrinth, after dressing in his more typcial Fae style. Jeremy, it would seem, was not an everyday sort of thing here. And he was much more comfortable in the outlandish, romantic clothing he favored. Mortal clothing was so strange.

The king didn't have any particular plans, he just didn't want to spend any more time in his room. So, thinking he would perhaps take a walk (and just happen to stroll past Sarah's room), he turned the doorknob and stepped out his door into the hallway beyond it.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-22 12:04 pm UTC (link)

Jareth found himself raising one hand to stroke her hair, which felt very soft under his fingers. He'd admired how pretty it looked earlier in the day, but now realized it wasn't just appearances. In a manner he hoped was soothing, though he wasn't all that good at such a thing, he softly petted her head.

"The discomfort is temporary. You play the game," Or, in his case, disrupt the game with random illusions... he still felt a little smug about that... "And then you can go. Although I don't think I'll ever become resigned fully, and as long as people keep fighting, the Planet can't really truly win..." And he knew that very well from when this woman in his arms had been in the labyrinth. If she hadn't fought, and kept fighting, things would have been much different.

With patience that he was fairly sure he had never shown before, he held her until she lifted her face and looked at him. Then, he bent down slightly and kissed her on the lips gently. "To think that you would be thanking me for something... this place is strange." Undoubtedly true, but it was the weirdest thing. He had held some resentment towards Mirage for bringing him here, though it had saved his life. But now that she was here, even that was fading.

"I wonder if..." But he wouldn't voice that thought, that perhaps the Planet had done him a favor, and perhaps her as well, by bringing them both here. Otherwise, he'd be dead and she'd be destroying herself. It was a strange thought, not particularly comforting.

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sarah_williams
2009-02-22 12:17 pm UTC (link)

Her lips felt warm and sort of tingled where they had briefly touched his. This visage of Jareth would have confused her more than anything had she not been fighting against a stronger fear. Strange that a stronger fear than he should exist. But it did.

Feeling out of control was the scariest thing she could imagine right now and he was actually helping her feel like there was more structure, less unknown. He'd been here very little time himself and yet he spoke with authority as though a long time resident. Which was fine with her because she both knew he could never speak with anything but authority as it wasn't in his nature, and she needed to hear these things said this way for her to believe them.

"Yes, um, th-thank you for trying to make me feel more comfortable here. Who would've thought..." No, she wasn't going to say that sort of thing anymore. She resolved right then and there to do whatever she could not to bring up the past. It seemed their truce had been made without words and terms set in stone.

A truce of hearts? That sounded so gooey and romantic movie nonsense. Still...

"I think I'll be alright in a minute or two. Keep talking?" she asked and closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-22 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Softly, he continued to play with her hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers as he sought to sooth and comfort her. His other arm rested in the hollow of her back, and he continued to hold her close against him.

The really strange thing was, along with the overwhelming surge of love he was feeling for her, he was also feeling a slight guilt. Both were very out of character for him, of course, but a lot of stuff that had happened lately was. But the guilt was due to the fact that he was almost entirely sure that Sarah would not be this willing to touch him, to let him kiss her, if she wasn't so upset. Should he be taking advantage of that?

"Yes, who would have thought." He smile told her that he knew what she'd been about to say, and that he wasn't annoyed by it. Still, he was glad she'd stopped. It really did feel like they had a chance of making this truce work... though the terms had never been agreed to.

At least, not out loud. But he felt there were terms in place, nevertheless. He felt them.

"As long as you want." He rested his cheek against her soft hair and continued to hold her. "You know, I think I would... no, I know I would protect you. Strange."

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sarah_williams
2009-02-22 01:37 pm UTC (link)

As the fear melted away, as she felt her mind accept that this place was not as dangerous as say the Labyrinth had been, she began to feel something else. It was a warmth that had spread from her lips after he had kissed her and across her face, down her neck and through the rest of her. It strengthened as his fingers slid through her hair, smoothly and gently as though they were the fingers of a ... lover. Her eyes opened wide but she did not move. Her cheek still pressed against his chest, she explored the sensations that were now starting to surface in the wake of her subsiding fear.

Her pulse seemed to quicken as she listened to his voice and the tone -- again sounding strange and what was that? -- and when he rested his face against her hair she felt goosebumps prickle across her skin in a warm shiver. Her skin burned wherever his hands or body was in contact with her. Burned in a way that was shocking but not unpleasant. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening but she could tell that this was a lot larger a feeling than she had ever been taken hold of before.

She whispered, "Wh-what, is this?"

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-22 02:14 pm UTC (link)

Jareth had been about to continue his soft reassurances, or rather, what passed for soft reassurances in his mind, when he felt a slight change in the energy between them. It was kind of odd, actually. When they'd drawn together initially, when she'd linked his arm with hers, he'd felt a sort of heat between them. Now, it seemed to have intensified about a thousand percent, and he was nearly certain she felt it, too.

His grip had somewhat loosened as she became calmer, but now it tightened up again. His fingers running through her hair became somewhat more caressing, with more of an intent to excite rather than soothe. Or perhaps this was just a different aspect of the same thing. He wasn't sure, and wasn't thinking about it all that much. He was much more concerned with how her hair smelled, how her slender body felt against him. None of this was at all unpleasant, far from it. He felt her closeness through every single cell of his body.

"I... you don't know what this is, Sarah?" He pulled slightly away from her, using a gentle finger to tilt her chin up to look at him. "This is desire." And love, he thought, though he didn't say it. And then, he was kissing her once more, but this time not as gently. This time, there was hunger in his embrace.

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sarah_williams
2009-02-22 02:26 pm UTC (link)

For a long moment there was nothing for her to do as he overwhelmed her senses from every angle. The assault was so perfect that she only wanted to surrender herself entirely into his hands. Her heart fluttered as he kissed her, no claimed her mouth and she could feel that it was exactly as he'd said. Desire. And it wasn't one-sided, she was returning his kiss, her eyes closed tight, clinging to him so closely that she felt the line between them might begin to blur.

Which is when she pulled back. It was a bit abrupt, she knew, but her head was beginning to get fuzzy and she wasn't sure this was a good thing for them to be doing so quickly after everything that had passed between them before. She wanted this. That was clear in the way her cheeks flushed prettily, giving her a very healthy glow to her skin. But it could just be an amalgamation of the intensity they had felt before they'd called a truce.

"I-I'm sorry. I just need to clear my head. I-" she stopped and took a deep breath. Then she smiled at him.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-22 11:17 pm UTC (link)

Jareth could feel her giving herself over, surrendering, and it was different than normal because he felt like he was, too, only to her. But somehow, he didn't mind this, when he should have been railing with all the strength in his body against it. But instead he gave himself to the sensation, and to her touch.

He was, therefore, completely unprepared when she pulled away. He looked at her with a question in his oddly-colored eyes, wondering why she would have done such a thing. He'd been able to feel the tension between them, the heat, and one look at her glowing face told him that he wasn't imagining it. But when he searched her eyes, he nodded slowly.

"Too soon." He could understand that, if he were honest. Not like it, of course, but at least understand it. Once more, he reached for her, but only to take her arm once more. "I think it's time to see about getting some of that food we were talking about before."

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sarah_williams
2009-02-22 11:29 pm UTC (link)

It was frustrating to her -- more frustration! -- that it should feel "too soon" to her to be here with him in this moment. But there it was and you couldn't rush things or they turned out all... Jack and Sarah. Rings in envelopes and love left on the back burner. She so didn't want sympathy from Jareth in the manner Jack had given it to her.

She looked distracted as she gazed up at Jareth, as he took her arm again in such a formal way. She felt sorry for the way they had parted. It had felt so... well that was for another time. Her actions had begun it and his words had sealed it and they were on for breakfast again as if noting remotely serious had happened.

"Um, yes, food would be a good idea. Thank you." She looked at him with eyes green and intense, to convey importance to him. "Thank you. Jack never would've -" And she sighed at her own stupidity and hoped he'd ignore it.

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labyrinth_king
2009-02-23 12:00 am UTC (link)

Jareth was more or less resigned. Yes, he'd kidnapped people, but he'd never tried to force them into anything sexual. Even he had limits, and he had had these limits even before he'd almost died. Probably many people would be surprised to know that, but it was true nevertheless.

But all such thoughts drained away as she said a name. A male name. What had he expected, that she would have had no experience? But it had only been a few days for him since she'd been 15, and he hadn't had a chance yet to think about such things. He stopped dead in his tracks, and then, realizing what he was doing, started walking again.

In an elaborately casual tone, and without looking at her, he spoke. "Who is Jack?" But the tone probably wouldn't fool anyone, at least anyone who was looking at his face. It was composed enough, but his eyes were filled with raging emotions.

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sarah_williams
2009-02-23 12:11 am UTC (link)

"Jack?" she said as though she almost didn't remember having brought him up. Though she knew she had. It had been automatic. She realized now that she had compared everyone to Jareth when she'd been home. That must've been why all the therapists had thought sessions with mirrors in which she renounced her own features that reflected him would help her.

Still, Jack had been no one. Well. Compared to Jareth. Jack had been a pretender. "Jack was someone who wanted to marry me. He was a part of one of my group therapies. A physician's assistant who... well he made it pretty obvious that I was his special case for the year. He was supposed to be my knight in shining armor. Until I nearly -"

Well that was enough. No sense bringing more of that darkness forward into the presence.

"Nevermind. I'm starving," she said good-naturedly forgetting the last few minutes even though she really didn't want to.

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