Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, He dreams of him every night, the man with the different color eyes
He dreamed of him every night, the man with the different color eyes. Every time he lay down and closed his eyes, there he was, beautiful and perfect with light shining in his blond hair to give him a divine appearance. Toby always felt ugly and ungainly next to the graceful man, but if he ever mentioned it, the man would always brush his concerns away with gentle hands as delicate as a bird’s wing.
In the dreams, Toby was always clad in tight pants and loose, flowing shirts in an imitation of the man’s own clothes, and he grew so use to the style that he started trading his jeans and t-shirts in for tighter leather and poet shirts. The other kids at school teased and mocked him, but he didn’t care. The man from his dreams preferred him in these clothes, and they honestly were more comfortable than rough denim and flannel. Even the food in his dreams was better than anything he had in the waking world, even his mother and grandmother’s cooking were pale shadows of the rich food of his dreams.
Storming upstairs, Toby slammed his bedroom door behind him, seething. Today had been exceptionally tiring, between the increased teasing of the immature brats at school, his mother harping on his grades - he was passing with A’s and B’s but it wasn’t good enough for her - and then Sarah’s unexpected visit to join them for dinner, he had felt his patience stretch to the point of snapping. Then Sarah had started demanding why his style of dress had changed as well as why it had changed to tight pants and flowing shirts. He finally snapped at her that it was his life and his decision and since she wasn’t living with them any more, she had no say at all in his life. That had got him banished from the table by his mother, but he had already been rising to his feet to leave.
He grimaced as he ran his hand through his hair, tugging the tie out of it to release the tail it was habitually caught in since he’d grown his hair out. He heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and flipped the lock on his door. He didn’t want to talk to anyone tonight, not after they treated him. Stalking away from the door, he headed for the bathroom that his dad had gotten put into his room after the third time his mom complained about being unable to take a shower because Toby was in there. He turned on the shower just as someone started knocking on his door, and he allowed a tight smirk to cross his face as he stepped under the water. The person wouldn’t be able to get into his room since he replaced the lock with an unpickable one.
A hot shower late, Toby was padding across his bedroom, wiping the water from his skin before tossing the towel back towards the bathroom. The window was open, letting a warm spring breeze in to ruffle the sheer curtains, and he shivered slightly as the breeze caressed his damp skin like a lover. He stretched out on his bed, closing his eyes as he let his dreams replace his reality.
The cotton blanket under him became a rich velvet as the air grew the faint scent of peaches and roses, a strange scent but one that always permeated the air of his dreams. He could feel those mismatched eyes trailing along his naked body, and he shivered at the intensity behind that stare. Never before had he felt like this, like an object to be worshiped, and he reveled in it.