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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
2009-02-21 02:41 am UTC (link)

This was not anything she had expected in any scenario she had played out in her thoughts over the years. She had imagined so many things but this was not part of any of it. He had always been fearsome, even as she surrendered to his will once and for all. Yet here, in spite of the fact that she had been right about him either consciously or unconsciously always displaying his vast power to her, he was not fearsome. He was simply an almost entirely unknown quantity who kept surprising her with small tendernesses.

"Why... why would you forgive me? And why would you have said you would be there for me when the world fell down?" None of that made sense. Why would he have had any reason to make such promises to her? He'd already said that he didn't - oh what was the use trying to understand anymore? Her liquid courage was gone and she was standing so close to him that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.

Dreams didn't come close to this and neither did nightmares. She wanted to not be afraid. She wanted him to kiss her again but in such a way as to calm her fears. She doubted that would ever happen and so she shrank into herself slightly, falling silent while looking into his eyes still.

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