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

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Entry tags: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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[info]sarah_williams
2009-02-21 03:05 am UTC (link)
"Honestly, I wonder the same thing too." Reluctantly she moved away from him. "It's something we'll have to discuss again another time."

Her eyelashes fluttered and the effects of having been brought here in the middle of the night amidst so much fear were finally taking their toll. She looked sincerely apologetic as she gave him an explanation she hoped he would believe.

"I need to sleep on this. Please understand. Can we meet again soon and talk more? Emotions are so high right now too and..." She stopped and almost laughed at herself.

"Sorry, I'm just going to have to wish you good night right now and hope you'll be willing to run into me down the hall tomorrow. Goodnight!"

And with one last, uncertain look over her shoulder, she wandered sleepily from the cafe in the direction of her room.

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[info]labyrinth_king
2009-02-21 03:09 am UTC (link)
It was all rather sudden, the whole thing, but then he'd had a full night sleep. He did wonder how she'd sleep with all that caffiene in her blood system. And once again he wondered if she would, someday, allow him to help her sleep. He was pretty sure he could make it so that she had no dreams at all, just restful sleep. But, as she said, that was another time.

"Sleep well, Persephone." Yes, he really did like that nickname. It seemed curiously fitting, though they were no longer in the Underground. He watched her go and then sat down at the cafe. A short time later, he ordered another coffee, thinking about all that had happened.

It had been pretty much the strangest morning he'd ever had. And that was most definitely saying something.

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