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apachefirecatTitle: Defeated
Fandom: Labyrinth
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Jareth/Sarah
Warnings: None
Summary: She had all the power.
He could feel the words as he formed in his throat, and he knew that if he spoke them, his voice would sound timorous and give him away. Fear snaked through his veins. She had always had the power over him, though she never understood just how fully. He could have offered anything. He did try to offer her everything. But none of it was good enough for her.
Soon, she would say the words. All too soon, she would be gone from him. He wanted to beg her to stop, but he was a King. He could not no more so than he could stop the words from leaving her lips, reveal his true meanings, truly stop time, or order her to love him. He could try to make her; he had. He could offer a future beyond her wildest imaginings; he had done that as well. He could give her everything but give himself, in the end, nothing.
She held his life, his future, his whole world in her proverbial hands. He was a nearly omnipotent King, yet he was nothing when compared to her. He would give anything to have her stay, anything to have her be his of her own free choosing, but not simply to break the curse. He truly loved this one.
But he still had to play his part. He still had to be the King that he was cursed to be. He still had to hold true to his position and to his people. If he broke the curse... None of them would be free again.
As she stumbled over the words, he hoped, he prayed -- if anyone would listen --, that she would not complete her denial of him. As long as she didn't say the words, there was a chance, however slim...
"You have no power over me."
And just like that, just like his crystal ball that would shatter when it touched her flesh, it was all over. He had lost again, but this time, he had lost the greatest treasure of them all. He didn't know what it was about this girl, but she was surely unlike who had come before or who would come after. There would be others, he knew even as he obeyed the rules and changed into his owl form. There would always be others, but there would only ever be one in his heart.
The End
Fandom: Labyrinth
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Jareth/Sarah
Warnings: None
Summary: She had all the power.
He could feel the words as he formed in his throat, and he knew that if he spoke them, his voice would sound timorous and give him away. Fear snaked through his veins. She had always had the power over him, though she never understood just how fully. He could have offered anything. He did try to offer her everything. But none of it was good enough for her.
Soon, she would say the words. All too soon, she would be gone from him. He wanted to beg her to stop, but he was a King. He could not no more so than he could stop the words from leaving her lips, reveal his true meanings, truly stop time, or order her to love him. He could try to make her; he had. He could offer a future beyond her wildest imaginings; he had done that as well. He could give her everything but give himself, in the end, nothing.
She held his life, his future, his whole world in her proverbial hands. He was a nearly omnipotent King, yet he was nothing when compared to her. He would give anything to have her stay, anything to have her be his of her own free choosing, but not simply to break the curse. He truly loved this one.
But he still had to play his part. He still had to be the King that he was cursed to be. He still had to hold true to his position and to his people. If he broke the curse... None of them would be free again.
As she stumbled over the words, he hoped, he prayed -- if anyone would listen --, that she would not complete her denial of him. As long as she didn't say the words, there was a chance, however slim...
"You have no power over me."
And just like that, just like his crystal ball that would shatter when it touched her flesh, it was all over. He had lost again, but this time, he had lost the greatest treasure of them all. He didn't know what it was about this girl, but she was surely unlike who had come before or who would come after. There would be others, he knew even as he obeyed the rules and changed into his owl form. There would always be others, but there would only ever be one in his heart.
The End
