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Tweak says, "A bit o' the ol' ultraviolence"

sarah_williams (sarah_williams) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-15 20:10:00

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arrival, complete, day 32, jareth, sarah williams

Day 32: Intro
Who: Sarah Williams & Jareth
What: Sarah arrives
When: Day 32, just before sunrise
Where: Garden
Status: Complete
Rating: PG at the moment

It was so quiet that Sarah could have heard a pin drop. If she had been paying attention. She was more focused on something else. Something that had settled in her stomach like an icy ball of dread. Her knuckles were white as she held the blankets tightly to her chest, eyes wide, staring straight up at the ceiling.

It's finally happening.

The clock was ticking in the hallway. The clock that had been there 3 years ago. The one that was safely at her father's house a thousand miles away with Irene and Toby and their perfectly normal, ignorant lives. She had no clocks in this apartment. None that could tick, that is. Yet there it was. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

He's finally coming back for me.

Something about the room changed. It wasn't as dark anymore. Light was creeping in through the blinds? No, it looked more like cracks in the walls of the room. Sarah sat up straight as an arrow in the bed with a muffled cry in her throat. Tears began to stream down her cheeks and she opened her mouth to scream.

Then the garden.

At first she thought she must have passed out or had been dreaming of being in her own apartment a few moments ago. Because this garden looked exactly like the one in which she had been practicing her lines all those years ago on the night she first visited the labyrinth. Upon inspection she saw she was indeed wearing the long, white dress she had used for playacting then and the wreath of flowers in her long, dark hair.

It was all a dream? All of it?

"Am I fifteen again? That's not f-" and she stopped herself, feeling the old petulance rising and the fear subsiding. And as it did she realized that this garden was nothing like the one she had practiced in. In fact, it was so dissimilar that she reached up to be sure she hadn't imagined the wreath of flowers in her hair. But it was still there.

"Where am I?" she whispered.

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sarah_williams
2009-02-19 11:01 am UTC (link)

Jareth seemed to go through his entire repertoire of emotional responses in a brief moment and it was a little frightening. Sarah knew he would constantly be reminding her of his vast power, even if it was done unconsciously, every time she was in his presence. It was funny that he credited her with such large scale destruction. She had known he would. That was why she’d feared him. But she had no powers of destruction unless it was aimed inward. The words had done the damage. “You have no power over me” had been a line in a play. Whatever had empowered them to destroy his world had not come from her, she was sure of it. She thought about saying so but figured it was neither here nor there anymore.

Instead she sighed longsufferingly at his grandiose assumption of her idea on burying the hatchet. “No, Jareth. I didn’t say I wanted to be on equal footing. I said put the past to rest. Rest. No destruction. No revenge. We can either decide here and now to avoid each other. Didn’t you say once that it’s only forever - not long at all? Or we could…”

She smiled slightly at herself, turning her face away toward the golem who seemed to look a bit impatient. What she was going to suggest sounded so absurd in her mind and she didn’t think he’d even be vaguely interested considering how sarcastic he sounded. She wondered briefly if he was so acerbic because it was just the natural position of an immortal king to be elevated or he masked other things with it, using it as a defense mechanism as she did sometimes. That also was neither here nor there.

Brushing hair from her face, she looked back at him. “We could have coffee and try to find a way to get past this thing.”

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