OOC: not sure if anyone knows about this yet. :3
I believe that it is not so much a debate over whether or not Sarah should save her brother, but rather HOW she does it. I personally have always felt that the story would be better served by Sarah offering herself in exchange for her brother, but that’s just me lol.
If only it had went that way… -glowers-
Jareth entered the apartment after Sarah reassured him that she would not answer the door to anymore creatures of the night. He truly couldn’t stand vampires, mainly for the fact that they treated his kind like some sort of addictive drug. One of his distant, distant relatives (let’s face it he’s…
It was an uncharacteristic night for Erik. Resigned to solitude and all the comforts thereof, all that the masked man usually had to think on was the daily composition or the odd appearance of a new, fandom-related neighbor. However, with the girls busy and Jareth generally occupied by the individuals they were interviewing, Erik was left alone to his own thoughts - namely, centering around a certain blind opera singer. Erik and Mag had enjoyed a night out only a few weeks ago, and yet Erik was still torn about what to do. He liked Mag, more than he thought he would, but he was still unsure about how to proceed. And what was stranger was that she seemed to like him too! It perplexed and frightened Erik, this returned affection. Surely no one could learn to enjoy the attentions of one which as he?
It was with these musings that Erik developed a routine that night - pace, pace, rearrange papers on desk, pace, stop and groan, pace again. It was in the midst of this pattern that Erik heard a knock on his door. He stiffened, unused to anyone coming near his room, and with a sigh, answered. “At your own risk, you may open the door.”
Jareth couldn’t help but smirk at the threat. At least Erik was back to his threatening ways and wasn’t moping as much.
Carefully opening the door, Jareth prepared himself for any punjabs that might come out of nowhere. When no threat came, the Goblin King leaned against the door way.
“Just thought I should warn you… The girls had a late night visit from a vampire.” He sneered the last world. “I think I chased him off, but you know how tricky that lot can be…”
Hanging his head, Erik sighed heavily, the new knowledge not altogether welcome. “Vraiment? A vampire?” He shook his head, disbelieving. “If only there were some kind of repellent for these characters who traipse into the building…”
He sat down on the edge of his bed, looking up at Jareth through the eye holes in his mask. To the discerning observer, they would notice the bags dragging under the golden eyes of the solitary figure. “It wasn’t that Ed-what-have-you character again, I take it? He was not much of a vampire to begin with, which serves as a consolation. However, the glitter…” Looking at Jareth balefully, he indicated the glittery person before him. “Well, let’s just say that there is plenty of glitter to go around in this building without adding to the stock…”
Ignoring the jab about glitter, the Goblin King ran a hand over his face. He had noticed his roommate’s current condition. He really did feel sorry for the guy. Jareth could never imagine trying to move on from Sarah, or giving up on her for that matter. It must be torture for him.
“If it was him I wouldn’t be as worried.” a shadow of a smirk appeared on Jareth’s face, “No, it was that British twit from that Slayer show. What was her name? Betty? That fellow has a habit of stalking pretty young girls… Well I guess we can at least be thankful it wasn’t one of those True Blood boys.”
Erik copied Jareth’s smirk, feeling the humor settle into his marrow. No, the addition of one of the Southern vampires would not be welcome at all. At least this vampire was from their side of the pond. Not that that was terribly comforting, either. The girls did have the propensity (most especially, Miss Williams) to favor the darker population of the male sex (Erik could only pray Christine was figure it that she preferred that, as well). It was worrisome, therefore, that the vampire had been given entrance to the building. Erik would see to it that whomever had let the un-dead bugger in would pay for it. Dearly. Possibly at the bottom of a subterrean lake.
“I believe her name is Buffy.” At Jareth’s glance, Erik shrugged, his mood rising by the second. “What? The re-runs are on early in the morning. You know I have no need of extraneous amounts of sleep.” Rising from the bed, Erik began to pace. “Speaking of which, have the girls chosen a champion yet to rid the building of the Pale Man? I have not seen much of him, but the sooner we are divested of his presence, the better Christine will sleep at night. Which, in turn, will cause us all to sleep better at night. Miss Williams is turning the two of them into quite the pair of insomniacs.” Erik shot Jareth a disapproving glare in the midst of his pacing, a look that plainly said, ‘I-cannot-fathom-your-taste-in-women-but-might-you-have-chosen-one-who-is-less-influential?’
The Goblin King’s eyes narrowed, “What is that look for? You already know I have no control over Sarah. ‘You have no power over me!’ remember?”
That line was truly the bane of Jareth’s existence. He seriously wanted to bog whoever came up with that blasted line.
“Anyway, I don’t believe they have chosen yet. They were close, but the man turned out to be some nut job Freddy Kruger wannabe with multiple personalities.”
He shrugged, nonchalant. “No matter. I’m sure the two of us could very well rid the building of the monster. But would they even dare ask? Bach forbid it!”
Erik rolled his eyes, obviously more indignant with the fact than he let on. At least Jareth’s relationship with Sarah did not have deep-rooted issues. His with Christine did. Even approaching her was a difficult experience…and that pained him, more than he could say.
“Well, what do you think, then? Should we be taking precautions? Garlic? Crosses? Some good, old fashioned whittling? I’m sure a nice night of vampire slaying might brighten the mood a bit.” Erik actually perked up a little at this notion. Hmm, this could be fun, actually.
It was true the girl’s were stubborn. Jareth knew this all to well. His Sarah always refused his help, no matter the circumstances. Always believing he would want something in return. Sometimes that was the case, but when it meant protecting her, or saving her, that was a different mater all together.
“Sounds like a good plan, but it’s almost dawn, he’s probably long gone by now, unless he decided to stick around till nightfall…” The Goblin King didn’t like this at all. Vampires… oh how he loathed them. “Maybe we should hang a cross on the girl’s door just in case?”
Jareth entered the apartment after Sarah reassured him that she would not answer the door to anymore creatures of the night. He truly couldn’t stand vampires, mainly for the fact that they treated his kind like some sort of addictive drug. One of his distant, distant relatives (let’s face it he’s…
It was an uncharacteristic night for Erik. Resigned to solitude and all the comforts thereof, all that the masked man usually had to think on was the daily composition or the odd appearance of a new, fandom-related neighbor. However, with the girls busy and Jareth generally occupied by the individuals they were interviewing, Erik was left alone to his own thoughts - namely, centering around a certain blind opera singer. Erik and Mag had enjoyed a night out only a few weeks ago, and yet Erik was still torn about what to do. He liked Mag, more than he thought he would, but he was still unsure about how to proceed. And what was stranger was that she seemed to like him too! It perplexed and frightened Erik, this returned affection. Surely no one could learn to enjoy the attentions of one which as he?
It was with these musings that Erik developed a routine that night - pace, pace, rearrange papers on desk, pace, stop and groan, pace again. It was in the midst of this pattern that Erik heard a knock on his door. He stiffened, unused to anyone coming near his room, and with a sigh, answered. “At your own risk, you may open the door.”
Jareth couldn’t help but smirk at the threat. At least Erik was back to his threatening ways and wasn’t moping as much.
Carefully opening the door, Jareth prepared himself for any punjabs that might come out of nowhere. When no threat came, the Goblin King leaned against the door way.
“Just thought I should warn you… The girls had a late night visit from a vampire.” He sneered the last world. “I think I chased him off, but you know how tricky that lot can be…”
Hanging his head, Erik sighed heavily, the new knowledge not altogether welcome. “Vraiment? A vampire?” He shook his head, disbelieving. “If only there were some kind of repellent for these characters who traipse into the building…”
He sat down on the edge of his bed, looking up at Jareth through the eye holes in his mask. To the discerning observer, they would notice the bags dragging under the golden eyes of the solitary figure. “It wasn’t that Ed-what-have-you character again, I take it? He was not much of a vampire to begin with, which serves as a consolation. However, the glitter…” Looking at Jareth balefully, he indicated the glittery person before him. “Well, let’s just say that there is plenty of glitter to go around in this building without adding to the stock…”
Ignoring the jab about glitter, the Goblin King ran a hand over his face. He had noticed his roommate’s current condition. He really did feel sorry for the guy. Jareth could never imagine trying to move on from Sarah, or giving up on her for that matter. It must be torture for him.
“If it was him I wouldn’t be as worried.” a shadow of a smirk appeared on Jareth’s face, “No, it was that British twit from that Slayer show. What was her name? Betty? That fellow has a habit of stalking pretty young girls… Well I guess we can at least be thankful it wasn’t one of those True Blood boys.”
Erik copied Jareth’s smirk, feeling the humor settle into his marrow. No, the addition of one of the Southern vampires would not be welcome at all. At least this vampire was from their side of the pond. Not that that was terribly comforting, either. The girls did have the propensity (most especially, Miss Williams) to favor the darker population of the male sex (Erik could only pray Christine was figure it that she preferred that, as well). It was worrisome, therefore, that the vampire had been given entrance to the building. Erik would see to it that whomever had let the un-dead bugger in would pay for it. Dearly. Possibly at the bottom of a subterrean lake.
“I believe her name is Buffy.” At Jareth’s glance, Erik shrugged, his mood rising by the second. “What? The re-runs are on early in the morning. You know I have no need of extraneous amounts of sleep.” Rising from the bed, Erik began to pace. “Speaking of which, have the girls chosen a champion yet to rid the building of the Pale Man? I have not seen much of him, but the sooner we are divested of his presence, the better Christine will sleep at night. Which, in turn, will cause us all to sleep better at night. Miss Williams is turning the two of them into quite the pair of insomniacs.” Erik shot Jareth a disapproving glare in the midst of his pacing, a look that plainly said, ‘I-cannot-fathom-your-taste-in-women-but-might-you-have-chosen-one-who-is-less-influential?’
The Goblin King’s eyes narrowed, “What is that look for? You already know I have no control over Sarah. ‘You have no power over me!’ remember?”
That line was truly the bane of Jareth’s existence. He seriously wanted to bog whoever came up with that blasted line.
“Anyway, I don’t believe they have chosen yet. They were close, but the man turned out to be some nut job Freddy Kruger wannabe with multiple personalities.”
Detail of “Ludo + Sarah, best friends ever” by Verónica Álvarez for the Jim Henson’s movie Labyrinth tribute exhibition.
It will be available at Susanita’s Little Gallery from June 18th 2012 :D
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Jareth entered the apartment after Sarah reassured him that she would not answer the door to anymore creatures of the night. He truly couldn’t stand vampires, mainly for the fact that they treated his kind like some sort of addictive drug. One of his distant, distant relatives (let’s face it he’s…
It was an uncharacteristic night for Erik. Resigned to solitude and all the comforts thereof, all that the masked man usually had to think on was the daily composition or the odd appearance of a new, fandom-related neighbor. However, with the girls busy and Jareth generally occupied by the individuals they were interviewing, Erik was left alone to his own thoughts - namely, centering around a certain blind opera singer. Erik and Mag had enjoyed a night out only a few weeks ago, and yet Erik was still torn about what to do. He liked Mag, more than he thought he would, but he was still unsure about how to proceed. And what was stranger was that she seemed to like him too! It perplexed and frightened Erik, this returned affection. Surely no one could learn to enjoy the attentions of one which as he?
It was with these musings that Erik developed a routine that night - pace, pace, rearrange papers on desk, pace, stop and groan, pace again. It was in the midst of this pattern that Erik heard a knock on his door. He stiffened, unused to anyone coming near his room, and with a sigh, answered. “At your own risk, you may open the door.”
Jareth couldn’t help but smirk at the threat. At least Erik was back to his threatening ways and wasn’t moping as much.
Carefully opening the door, Jareth prepared himself for any punjabs that might come out of nowhere. When no threat came, the Goblin King leaned against the door way.
“Just thought I should warn you… The girls had a late night visit from a vampire.” He sneered the last world. “I think I chased him off, but you know how tricky that lot can be…”
Hanging his head, Erik sighed heavily, the new knowledge not altogether welcome. “Vraiment? A vampire?” He shook his head, disbelieving. “If only there were some kind of repellent for these characters who traipse into the building…”
He sat down on the edge of his bed, looking up at Jareth through the eye holes in his mask. To the discerning observer, they would notice the bags dragging under the golden eyes of the solitary figure. “It wasn’t that Ed-what-have-you character again, I take it? He was not much of a vampire to begin with, which serves as a consolation. However, the glitter…” Looking at Jareth balefully, he indicated the glittery person before him. “Well, let’s just say that there is plenty of glitter to go around in this building without adding to the stock…”
Ignoring the jab about glitter, the Goblin King ran a hand over his face. He had noticed his roommate’s current condition. He really did feel sorry for the guy. Jareth could never imagine trying to move on from Sarah, or giving up on her for that matter. It must be torture for him.
“If it was him I wouldn’t be as worried.” a shadow of a smirk appeared on Jareth’s face, “No, it was that British twit from that Slayer show. What was her name? Betty? That fellow has a habit of stalking pretty young girls… Well I guess we can at least be thankful it wasn’t one of those True Blood boys.”
