Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog Amnesty: 6: Logic
Word Count: 713
Date Written: 14 September 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Henson, not the author, and are used without permission.
It defied all logic. He was one of the most powerful beings in the universe, surely far more powerful than anyone else in his world or the one above. Yet all his power seemed to amount to naught when it came to one particular slip of a mere human girl. He was putty in her hands, and it both disgusted and angered him.
It was one thing to have to play a role to teach these brats, Jareth thought. It was another thing entirely to actually feel the part of the role, to actually feel the love of which he spoke, to actually want to give a spoiled Princess everything in his possession, his whole world and beyond. Of course it would have been one thing if she had shown any interest in receiving all the gifts he was capable of bestowing upon her, but the damn, young fool insisted that all she wanted was her brother’s freedom.
He wanted to shout at her, to rage at her, but he knew it would do no good. She wasn’t the first of her kind, and she wouldn’t be the last. Every one of the girls ended up regretting calling him to take their brothers, or sisters as the case may be, but only one had ever had any actual power over him. His regal lips twisted as he twirled his crystal balls and watched Sarah’s progress through his labyrinth. He was not amused, but then he wasn’t supposed to be.
He also wasn’t supposed to truly be in love, but somehow this little girl had managed to weave a spell over him. Somehow, of all the beautiful creatures who had traipsed through his kingdom, she was the only one to actually call to his heart. It wouldn’t matter, though. Once she had won the labyrinth, and he would let her win as he had to let them all do in time, she would return to her world. She would forget about him. Yet he would never forget her.
Jareth ran a tired, gloved hand down his handsome face. What was wrong with him, he thought, to allow himself to become so besotted with this child who could offer him nothing? Okay, so that wasn’t exactly true either. She could offer him a great deal, if she was willing, but she wasn’t. She viewed him as a monster just as every one of those who had come before her had done.
There was no confusion about their roles. He was the monster, and she the beauty who must win the day. The only confusion was in how on Earth or below he had managed to let her get to him when none of the others ever had. You’re growing old, old man, he thought, but at the same time, he knew that wasn’t it. The answer was simple: He had never known anyone else like Sarah, and he never would again. When she left his labyrinth, and she would, she’d take what remained of his human heart with her.
Perhaps, he thought sadly, that was for the best for listening to it could certainly bring him no good. It could only cast him further under her spell, and though they were just beginning, he’d already had enough. Go, Sarah, he thought ruefully. Go, and take my humanity and my heart with you. It would be so much easier, after all, to be the monster they all expected him to be without those hindrances.
Yet, even as he thought the words, he knew it wouldn’t happen. Sarah would leave him, but she’d leave his heart behind as well. She didn’t want the thing, after all, and it would stay behind to torment him for the rest of his centuries with thoughts of what he could not have, not with her or with any other. All the power in both their worlds may be his, but love was not something he was ever meant to possess. More’s the pity, he thought, sighing, and threw another ball, and another obstacle, at his current student. She would forget him with time, but she’d never forget the lessons he taught her here in his world with no sign of love to show.