|Begging For The Light
Author: Lady Cailin PM
Jareth has been waiting three long years for a sign from Sarah, and he's all but given up hope. Was what he saw in her eyes really an illusion, or is there still hope for a man living in shadows?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,555 - Reviews: 54 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-20-01 - Published: 09-14-01 - Status: Complete - id: 402497
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Begging For The Light by Lady Cailin
Authors Note: This is just a little something I spat out in about half an hour. It's a short fic from Jareth's point of view. I think a lot of people end up feeling angry, lost, even unworthy when they are rejected by someone they desire. Who is to say Jareth is any different? (Of course that doesn't mean he has to like it!)
Disclaimer: Jareth/Sarah/Labyrinth copyrighted by the Jim Henson Company. I take no financial benefit from the following fanfiction which was writen without the creator's consent.
He had lost.
It was not an easy thing to admit, even to ones self, but after almost three years of waiting and watching, he had finally come to the conclusion that he had lost. He had lost everything, because he had lost his heart to a girl who had forgotten him the moment she left his world forever. His grip on the crystal goblet became firm and his jaw locked in silent anger against his own admission. He had given her his heart.
For almost three years he had watched her. At first there had been anger and the undeniable desire for revenge. Anger that she had won the game, anger that she had rejected all he offered. He had convinced himself sometime during her stay in the labyrinth that it was perfectly natural for him to desire his enemy, to admire her courage and his hunger for the loving acceptance she showed her bad of misfits was nothing but several solitary years creeping up on him. That illusion had crumbled after a year of watching, when she had finally called upon the others one more time. Then came a new anger. Anger that she had turned away his final offer. She had taken something from him in that moment that he hadn't realized he even desired.
Light within this tainted world. He had seen her play many parts those hours in the labyrinth. Friend, Sister, Adventurer, Lover. . .She had been kind and cruel, intelligent and innocent. She had shown him how very much alike they were in all ways, except for one. She was light and laughter, and he. . .
He raised him silver head and looked around the deserted thrown room with a sneer for the bare surroundings that greeted him. He was like this room, dark and cold, and so very empty. He had wanted to touch that light so badly he had burned with it. He fought against it just as she fought against him, and in the end her light had left him bared in her presence. He'd all but begged for her, not for the labyrinth as he would later try to convince himself, but for her. . .for her love. He had been ready to fall to his knees and plead with her to simply hear the words he could not speak, to see behind the mask and find something worth her love. . .her light.
That absolution had never come, and for a time he had hoped her rejection was for the boy's sake, from fear, from anything but a lack within him. Three years he had waited, for a word, a whisper in the night, any sign that she might think back on that moment with regret. He watched outside in the night as she called to her friends for comfort, and waited in the shadows as she came home from several dates. He was a predator in the shadows, a creature of the night unable to move into the light, but drawn to it never the less
He had never felt more alone in his life than in those moments watching another man hold her. He had never felt such an all consuming rage as when another kissed her. . .because. . .
Standing, he threw the crystalline goblet against the stone wall, his mismatched eyes glowing in the cold darkness.
. . .Because something deeper than lust or love or instinct told him that Sarah was his. His to hold and love, his to torment and infuriate, and he wanted to scream out with the knowledge that she was blind to that. He wanted to touch her, to make her see it and claim her in every way as his own. He wanted there to be no doubt in her mind that she belonged to the Goblin King.
With an angry snap of his hand he called a crystal held it outstretched at eye level in his hand, watching as it slowly melted and then fell from his hands in a thin mist. With a flared breath every torch in the room burst into flickering life and his glowing eyes took in every inch of the illusion standing before him.
Sarah as she had been at the ball, the closest she had ever come to tender feelings for him. Her hair was a wispy mass of midnight tresses strung with fresh flowers and silver gauze. She was beautiful, and just as untouchable as the Sarah he had left sleeping soundly in her bed only an hour ago. He circled the image carefully, slowly memorizing in every breath taking inch of her.
It was a perfect copy of his Sarah. . .
He drew his hand harshly through the middle of the illusion, watching as it crumbled into the dust of a crystal at his feet.
But it was just a copy.
After a moment in the silence he bent to one knee, fingering the sand fine dust of the crystal as it glittered between his fingers.
And then something caught his attention. Not a sound or a movement, but a feeling that went deeper than magic. He closed his mismatched eyes for a moment as a shaky smile relief crossed his face.
His Sarah was calling to him. . .
The Goblin Kind slowly faded from the room, off to a bedroom where a young woman cried out into the night a name she had sworn she would never speak. Hesitantly a young goblin crept from the shadows of the room and scurried towards the small pile of crystalline dust that marked the floor of the Goblin King's thrown room. In fascination he watched as the single tear that had slipped unnoticed from the King's eyes shimmered through the crystal like liquid silver.
And began to shine with the soft light born from darkness.
"Pretty light. . ."
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