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Entry tags:
321: Avenue - Labyrinth - Sarah(/Jareth) - Alone
Title: Alone
Fandom: Labyrinth
Characters/Pairings: Sarah, past/one-sided Sarah/Jareth
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Every year, every day, is the same now for Sarah Williams.
She hurried along the avenue, her dark head tucked into the upturned collar of her Winter coat. They thought she was a recluse, and it wasn't too far from the truth. If there had been anyone out on the street today, they might have stopped to say "hello" or wish her a happy holiday, but Sarah had no interest in talking with any of them. She had no interest in being bothered by anyone. With each passing year, she had less and less desire to do anything, interact with anyone, in this world.
This was not the place she had wanted, the place of which she had dreamed, the kingdom she had given up so many years ago. The cold had set into her bones already, but it was more than that that made her feet shuffle, quickening her pace. More people were starting to leave their jobs for the day, and although no one had spoken to her yet, she didn't want to take the chance. All these people were worse than Jareth had ever dared be! They might not steal her baby brother, not that she had one any longer, but they would steal, rob, lie, or hurt anyone to get whatever they wanted, should the chance present itself. The chance might well present itself with others, but she'd well not give them an opening.
She was quickening her pace further when she passed by an alley and heard a rush of wind. For just a moment, a face soared into her mind, not a face of a human but of an owl. She remembered the sight of a sleek, beautiful, snowy white owl swooping from one of the branches of her tree outside her bedroom window; she could practically hear its magnificent wings beating! Then she heard what sounded like a mischievous child's soft giggle as she, or he, stole the last cookie from a plate, inescapable but also trying mightily not to be heard. It was followed immediately by more laughter, all voices tiny and barely audible.
Sarah turned swiftly from the avenue and ducked down an alley, but it was empty. Its cold concrete walls appeared as bare and forlorn as she forever felt inwardly. It was empty, no sign of life passing by except a flurry of snowflakes. She started to turn, but stopped when she heard another squeak. She turned back, held her breath, and was rewarded by a small form racing out from underneath a dumpster. It was no owl, however, or Goblin or even a snake. It was but a meager mouse, and no owl came bearing down upon it. It caught its desired food, a crumb tossed carelessly away by a human, no more than garbage to them.
Sarah ached. She had tossed him away once; this was her punishment. She wondered if he could have ever guessed the oubliette her own world would become without him. Sarah fled homeward, forever defeated and alone. In her wake, the snow giggled.
The End
Fandom: Labyrinth
Characters/Pairings: Sarah, past/one-sided Sarah/Jareth
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Every year, every day, is the same now for Sarah Williams.
She hurried along the avenue, her dark head tucked into the upturned collar of her Winter coat. They thought she was a recluse, and it wasn't too far from the truth. If there had been anyone out on the street today, they might have stopped to say "hello" or wish her a happy holiday, but Sarah had no interest in talking with any of them. She had no interest in being bothered by anyone. With each passing year, she had less and less desire to do anything, interact with anyone, in this world.
This was not the place she had wanted, the place of which she had dreamed, the kingdom she had given up so many years ago. The cold had set into her bones already, but it was more than that that made her feet shuffle, quickening her pace. More people were starting to leave their jobs for the day, and although no one had spoken to her yet, she didn't want to take the chance. All these people were worse than Jareth had ever dared be! They might not steal her baby brother, not that she had one any longer, but they would steal, rob, lie, or hurt anyone to get whatever they wanted, should the chance present itself. The chance might well present itself with others, but she'd well not give them an opening.
She was quickening her pace further when she passed by an alley and heard a rush of wind. For just a moment, a face soared into her mind, not a face of a human but of an owl. She remembered the sight of a sleek, beautiful, snowy white owl swooping from one of the branches of her tree outside her bedroom window; she could practically hear its magnificent wings beating! Then she heard what sounded like a mischievous child's soft giggle as she, or he, stole the last cookie from a plate, inescapable but also trying mightily not to be heard. It was followed immediately by more laughter, all voices tiny and barely audible.
Sarah turned swiftly from the avenue and ducked down an alley, but it was empty. Its cold concrete walls appeared as bare and forlorn as she forever felt inwardly. It was empty, no sign of life passing by except a flurry of snowflakes. She started to turn, but stopped when she heard another squeak. She turned back, held her breath, and was rewarded by a small form racing out from underneath a dumpster. It was no owl, however, or Goblin or even a snake. It was but a meager mouse, and no owl came bearing down upon it. It caught its desired food, a crumb tossed carelessly away by a human, no more than garbage to them.
Sarah ached. She had tossed him away once; this was her punishment. She wondered if he could have ever guessed the oubliette her own world would become without him. Sarah fled homeward, forever defeated and alone. In her wake, the snow giggled.
The End