When All Is Said And Done
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Category:
G through L › Labyrinth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,269
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
A/N I had this up briefly under a different author's name, but now that it's going to be a collaboration that had to be changed.
Enjoy!
None of the characters are ours - we just like to play.
Prologue
Words of fire burned in the air before him. A waive of a hand would erase a few and others would appear only to move or shift into another line.
When all is said and done,
And I've tasted all there is,
Of what possible use is eternity,
But to lend boredom to my days.
When I was fresh and young,
And tasting first began,
The hours of the day sped by,
Scornful of the pleas to stay.
The huge doors to the chamber flew open and his hand inadvertently wiped the air clean.
"Hoggle! Have I not told you time and again to knock upon the doors? Your stupidity has erased my latest work. The Bog of Eternal Stench is in need of a new guardian, go there at once and remain until I call."
Abandoning writing for the day, Hoggle having destroyed the required mood, Jareth strode to the window to see if repairs on the labyrinth were proceeding as ordered. A scowl stole across his face as he surveyed the work as yet unfinished.
Turning away from the window, he muttered, "It appears they are unable to follow the simplest of instructions. Why this should surprise me after the myriad of disasters I have witnessed is a mystery."
Walking over to an elaborately carved set of doors in the wall, he opened them, pulled out a decanter of a dark colored liquid and removed the stopper. After placing it on the shelf he selected a glass and returned to the chair he had been using before Hoggle appeared. Pouring a measure, he sat the decanter down and sipped while debating trying to regain his muse.
His mind turned to her, as it often did. What was she doing? Did she think of him at all, long to finish the dance they'd begun or was he merely a long forgotten dream to her?
Jareth's eyes flicked to the cupboard that held the crystal orbs. Rising gracefully, he stalked toward it and wrenched one door open; his gaze finding and glaring at the one he wished he had the will to destroy. It had been years since he had last allowed himself to pick it up and probe the secrets it gave him. The temptation was always there and today it was stronger than ever.
Enjoy!
None of the characters are ours - we just like to play.
Words of fire burned in the air before him. A waive of a hand would erase a few and others would appear only to move or shift into another line.
When all is said and done,
And I've tasted all there is,
Of what possible use is eternity,
But to lend boredom to my days.
When I was fresh and young,
And tasting first began,
The hours of the day sped by,
Scornful of the pleas to stay.
The huge doors to the chamber flew open and his hand inadvertently wiped the air clean.
"Hoggle! Have I not told you time and again to knock upon the doors? Your stupidity has erased my latest work. The Bog of Eternal Stench is in need of a new guardian, go there at once and remain until I call."
Abandoning writing for the day, Hoggle having destroyed the required mood, Jareth strode to the window to see if repairs on the labyrinth were proceeding as ordered. A scowl stole across his face as he surveyed the work as yet unfinished.
Turning away from the window, he muttered, "It appears they are unable to follow the simplest of instructions. Why this should surprise me after the myriad of disasters I have witnessed is a mystery."
Walking over to an elaborately carved set of doors in the wall, he opened them, pulled out a decanter of a dark colored liquid and removed the stopper. After placing it on the shelf he selected a glass and returned to the chair he had been using before Hoggle appeared. Pouring a measure, he sat the decanter down and sipped while debating trying to regain his muse.
His mind turned to her, as it often did. What was she doing? Did she think of him at all, long to finish the dance they'd begun or was he merely a long forgotten dream to her?
Jareth's eyes flicked to the cupboard that held the crystal orbs. Rising gracefully, he stalked toward it and wrenched one door open; his gaze finding and glaring at the one he wished he had the will to destroy. It had been years since he had last allowed himself to pick it up and probe the secrets it gave him. The temptation was always there and today it was stronger than ever.