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Title: Maybe
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Labyrinth
Character/Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, magical requested by trinityday
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 420
Date Written: 20 March 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Henson, not the author, and are used without permission.





His arms had been magical. The way he had made her feel was a feeling that she had never found again. She can still shut her eyes today wherever she is, rather there’s gunfire rippling through the air or screams echoing all around her, and feel his body swaying against hers and casting his spell. She knows it had to be a spell. No other man has ever made her feel like that, and no mere, mortal man ever will. It’s not possible; only he had that power.

She knows that, and yet still she’s sought that old, magical feeling he’d awakened in her everywhere she’s gone. She looked for it in college. She sought for it while she was trying to make an acting career for herself, and when that had failed and she’d found her true calling in protecting people who could not protect themselves, she had continued to secretly look for it in every partner she’d had and every lover she’d taken.

She’d sought that feeling again all her years, and yet it’s only ever come to her when she’s closed her eyes and allowed herself to think back. The Labyrinth was a place of magic, but it was all because of its King. He had wielded the magic, and he’d offered it all to her. Silent tears streak down Sarah’s face as she moves in time to a song she’ll never forget and hears again words whispered from a sensual voice that had weaved its magic spell over her.

Maybe she was still under his spell. Maybe that was why she still couldn’t move on. Maybe that was why no man made her feel what he’d made her feel. He’d touched a part of her to which no other lover had ever come close, and yet he’d never actually made love to her. If he had, maybe she would have never broken away from him enough to come home.

Maybe that would have been for the best. Maybe they could have reached a compromise, sent Toby home and allowed her to stay. Maybe a part of her did stay with him. Maybe that’s why every time she closes her eyes, she still feels him, still hears him, still aches with everything she has to just break down and say yes. And maybe that’s why she keeps watching this damn owl in the tree outside her apartment window. Maybe even it’s why she feels so utterly alone and breaks down into sobs when it finally flies away.


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