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! fan fiction, ! request!fic, 52_flavours, labyrinth, labyrinth-jareth/sarah

[Labyrinth] {02/52} (Jareth/Sarah) Play The Game
Title: Play The Game
Author: Kjata (makrothumia)
Characters & Pairings: Jareth The Goblin King & Sarah Williams
Fandom: Labyrinth
Rating & Warnings: G, no warnings
Theme & Community: 1. Kan, ya ma kan, 52_flavours & & & praiseofshadows (good luck on the review, sweets ♥)
Number: 02 / 52
Disclaimer: Characters, Setting, and Original Content that this fic is based upon belongs to those who own them - Namely, anyone but me.

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.i strangers
Strangers wouldn't be like this, eyeing each other warily for one and with amusement for the other. Strangers wouldn't be afraid and giddy at all, not this.

(but her fear is bordering on fascination, and his glee is a refined sort of adoration deep down.)

.ii enemies
He does everything he can to foil her during her trial, but with actions tinged with subtlety he cannot help but feel all he is doing is slowing her slightly, not stopping her quest completely. She loves that wretched brat of a boy too much to fall prey to his desires ("Why did she wish him away, then?"), and keeps plodding forward, dragging the gnome and an assortment of puppets after her.

He thinks to himself as he watches her in the glass bubble, what to do next, what to do?

.iii friends
They are never friends.

Her destruction of his kingdom made sure of that.

.iv lo_e_s
She doesn't know what relationship they have here, if it is even one that can be called a relationship --

-- and not an abomination --

-- but she is content with the proceedings and the meetings and his breath mingling with hers as soon as he shakes the excess feathers off of his cloak, that she finds there is no need for her to bother thinking about it anymore.

.v death-mates
She is old, and he is immortal in her mind, so he appears like he always has, mocking and whimsical and still offering everything she could ever want in exchange for a vow of servitude.

"Do you still want me?" she murmurs low so her nurse won't hear her.

"Do you still want me, Sarah?" he responds in kind, leaning down low to remind her of meetings and battles and the scent of magic that always drifts into her atmosphere whenever she thinks of her youth.

She says the magic words, and all the nurse sees is her ward passing.

She says the magic words, and all the Goblin King sees are his goals being fulfilled.