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Sarah was particularly pleased with the results from her latest test glaze and her samples were currently sitting in the pottery studio with the exception of the one she held in her hands. While the others may have been single colours, this one had been carefully painted using the full range she’d been working with and the mix of green and blue had a sheen that gave the simple sculpture the suggestion of feathers.
She looked up as Jareth walked in the room and smiled as she held out the tiny owl sculpture for his perusal. He was, as always, delighted with her gift and Sarah found herself squirming with a curious mix of pleasure and slight embarrassment that what she saw as her crude efforts were so appreciated.
Smiling as she leaned into Jareth’s side, Sarah wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned into his shoulder, as she explained the techniques she’d used. Finding herself mesmerised as he lovingly stroked a finger over the little owl’s back when she pointed out the effect of the glass fragments in the glaze.
She knew that the owl would follow him about to be carefully set wherever he was working, but she shook her head at the memory that it had taken her an embarrassingly long time to discover what he’d been doing with his growing collection.
Sarah was crouching down to put away a book in the Castle library when she’d stumbled over the first one. Just below line of sight, embedded in the upright support, was one of her owls. While it looked like it was sitting in a display niche, as she’d touched it, she’d found that it was encased by magic.
After she’d found that first owl, Sarah would find them all over the place. In a staircase newel, the skirting board by the fire in their bedroom, even embedded in the walls of the Labyrinth itself. The few that were in accessible places, she would see the goblins touch them briefly as if they were venerated objects.
Every time she found another one it brought joy to her day, followed by mild confusion and when she couldn’t figure out the logic of their placements, she eventually succumbed and asked.
Jareth had quietly explained that the location of each owl was a reminder. The one in the library was where she’d bent down to pick up a book and he’d been entranced by the way she stretched out her leg. There was the time that Sarah had walked up the stairs ahead of him, before grabbing the stair post and swinging herself back to kiss him senseless. The one in the bedroom really didn’t need an explanation, but Jareth had insisted that a thorough recreation of that particular incident was worthwhile and she couldn’t say that he was incorrect.
As he held her latest owl, she looked up into his mismatched eyes and wondered where this one would end up and just what memories it would invoke.
labyfic - drabble #144: hidden
Part of the Balance!verse
She looked up as Jareth walked in the room and smiled as she held out the tiny owl sculpture for his perusal. He was, as always, delighted with her gift and Sarah found herself squirming with a curious mix of pleasure and slight embarrassment that what she saw as her crude efforts were so appreciated.
Smiling as she leaned into Jareth’s side, Sarah wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned into his shoulder, as she explained the techniques she’d used. Finding herself mesmerised as he lovingly stroked a finger over the little owl’s back when she pointed out the effect of the glass fragments in the glaze.
She knew that the owl would follow him about to be carefully set wherever he was working, but she shook her head at the memory that it had taken her an embarrassingly long time to discover what he’d been doing with his growing collection.
Sarah was crouching down to put away a book in the Castle library when she’d stumbled over the first one. Just below line of sight, embedded in the upright support, was one of her owls. While it looked like it was sitting in a display niche, as she’d touched it, she’d found that it was encased by magic.
After she’d found that first owl, Sarah would find them all over the place. In a staircase newel, the skirting board by the fire in their bedroom, even embedded in the walls of the Labyrinth itself. The few that were in accessible places, she would see the goblins touch them briefly as if they were venerated objects.
Every time she found another one it brought joy to her day, followed by mild confusion and when she couldn’t figure out the logic of their placements, she eventually succumbed and asked.
Jareth had quietly explained that the location of each owl was a reminder. The one in the library was where she’d bent down to pick up a book and he’d been entranced by the way she stretched out her leg. There was the time that Sarah had walked up the stairs ahead of him, before grabbing the stair post and swinging herself back to kiss him senseless. The one in the bedroom really didn’t need an explanation, but Jareth had insisted that a thorough recreation of that particular incident was worthwhile and she couldn’t say that he was incorrect.
As he held her latest owl, she looked up into his mismatched eyes and wondered where this one would end up and just what memories it would invoke.
labyfic - drabble #144: hidden
Part of the Balance!verse