Mania
Sarah had watched as Jareth became increasingly out of sorts throughout the day. It had started with him being uncharacteristically forgetful, walking into a room before stopping to stare blankly into the air as he tried to recall why he’d entered. She’d laughed it off until she discovered the castle horde were avoiding him, which was rarely a good sign.
When she did decide to confront him, it took longer than she anticipated to find him. While her connection to the Labyrinth easily pointed her in the right direction, Jareth kept bouncing all over the place like a sugared up toddler, albeit one with a far greater range.
After tiring herself out in several unsuccessful attempts to corral him, Sarah decided it would be easier if she just put herself in his path instead. She figured that he’d likely pass through his studio at some point, so she grabbed a book and dragged a chaise longue over to the windows to allow her to bask in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
She had almost dozed off when Jareth appeared in the room, knocking over a jar of brushes and swearing when the container had the bad form to land on his foot.
Putting the book aside, Sarah noticed that Jareth’s hair was wilder than usual, looking like he’d been running his fingers through it in frustration, which fit with his whole demeanour of frazzled. “What’s going on?”
“Oh,” Jareth looked startled to see he wasn’t alone. “When you were in Rome, did Rook go with you?”
Looking at her husband like he’d just exhibited another sign of having lost his mind, Sarah very slowly explained that she hadn’t been to Rome.
Jareth froze in bafflement and turned to face Sarah. “You told me you were in an Italian bar with Angel and Bishop.”
Shaking her head with a light chuckle, Sarah stepped towards Jareth and rubbed her hand up his arm fondly. “No, you silly man, the girls we encountered were Italian, but the bar was in Barcelona.” Her brow furrowed as Jareth cupped her face and stared into her eyes intensely.
“But Rook was with you?”
“She arrived with us, but left…” Sarah trailed off as Jareth’s expression changed to one of triumph before he promptly vanished. She’d just started to wonder if bogging the mercurial creature was worth living with the resultant smell when he reappeared with his arms wrapped around Rook in a manner that made it look like he’d dragged a child out of a toy shop.
“What the hell, Jareth?”
A hard hat clattered to the floor as Jareth unceremoniously dumped Rook on the chaise and glared at his wayward guardian. “Apologies, my love, I didn’t know you’d been In Barcelona.” Sarah looked at him blankly. “And you didn’t realise an architecture nerd had hitched a ride to the home of Gaudi.” Jareth offered Sarah a half smile. “I think she’s bothered the workers at the Sagrada Familia quite enough for the near future.”
labyfic - drabble #160: anticipation
Part of the Balance!verse
When she did decide to confront him, it took longer than she anticipated to find him. While her connection to the Labyrinth easily pointed her in the right direction, Jareth kept bouncing all over the place like a sugared up toddler, albeit one with a far greater range.
After tiring herself out in several unsuccessful attempts to corral him, Sarah decided it would be easier if she just put herself in his path instead. She figured that he’d likely pass through his studio at some point, so she grabbed a book and dragged a chaise longue over to the windows to allow her to bask in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
She had almost dozed off when Jareth appeared in the room, knocking over a jar of brushes and swearing when the container had the bad form to land on his foot.
Putting the book aside, Sarah noticed that Jareth’s hair was wilder than usual, looking like he’d been running his fingers through it in frustration, which fit with his whole demeanour of frazzled. “What’s going on?”
“Oh,” Jareth looked startled to see he wasn’t alone. “When you were in Rome, did Rook go with you?”
Looking at her husband like he’d just exhibited another sign of having lost his mind, Sarah very slowly explained that she hadn’t been to Rome.
Jareth froze in bafflement and turned to face Sarah. “You told me you were in an Italian bar with Angel and Bishop.”
Shaking her head with a light chuckle, Sarah stepped towards Jareth and rubbed her hand up his arm fondly. “No, you silly man, the girls we encountered were Italian, but the bar was in Barcelona.” Her brow furrowed as Jareth cupped her face and stared into her eyes intensely.
“But Rook was with you?”
“She arrived with us, but left…” Sarah trailed off as Jareth’s expression changed to one of triumph before he promptly vanished. She’d just started to wonder if bogging the mercurial creature was worth living with the resultant smell when he reappeared with his arms wrapped around Rook in a manner that made it look like he’d dragged a child out of a toy shop.
“What the hell, Jareth?”
A hard hat clattered to the floor as Jareth unceremoniously dumped Rook on the chaise and glared at his wayward guardian. “Apologies, my love, I didn’t know you’d been In Barcelona.” Sarah looked at him blankly. “And you didn’t realise an architecture nerd had hitched a ride to the home of Gaudi.” Jareth offered Sarah a half smile. “I think she’s bothered the workers at the Sagrada Familia quite enough for the near future.”
labyfic - drabble #160: anticipation
Part of the Balance!verse