Re: Jareth & Sarah 10pm
Cut off his head. Cut off his head?! Sarah wasn't certain which disturbed her more, the mental image that came from the new depths of disturbing to which Jareth was sinking or the fact she honestly had no idea what the answer to that question was. She lifted the glass to her lips, swallowing more of her drink than intended in the wake of that sickening pronouncement, and tried to find the calm she'd had a few seconds ago.
And then Jareth delivered the means for her to do just that. Lifting her free hand, she curled her fingers around the necklace, feeling the welcomed, treasured weight of the necklace in her hand, and then smiled.
"It's a necklace," she said simply, then couldn't help but add, tone vaguely mocking, "nothing more. If I turn it this way," the danging diamond-surrounded emerald was turned slightly in her hand, "it will show me my dreams."