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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 3
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Makes No Sense At All (Labyrinth) - Ch 3 *Chapter 3 - The silent from far beyond. Sarah was on a deadline today. Once she went through her morning tasks, she had to crack down and push the last bit of this reen out. Resolved not to leave her desk until this was accomplished, she sat down after breakfast with a very large cup of coffee. She worked through lunch, well into early evening. At last, she stood up to stretch with a satisfied yawn. It was d. All she had to do is send it to her editor in the morning. She ordered a pizza, as she didn't feel like cooking anything. She was exhausted even though she physiy had exerted minimal effort, but mentally her brain was ready to liquefy. When the pizza was delivered 20 minutes later, she ate a couple pieces, wrapped the rest up in the fridge, and went up for a shower. In her pajamas of comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Never seeing the book waiting, seemingly impatient for her. Of course, that could just be a certain Goblin King's frustration. ----- The next morning she woke up, feeling refreshed after a peaceful night's sleep. No nightmares and the worry of the deadline lifted. She did like to procrastinate, but she doggedly made herself get up, grab her morning breakfast shake and sit down at her desk, still in her pajamas. Doing a final once over and feeling satisfied, she submitted the piece to her editor. The last bit of w vanished and now her work was complete. She could actually enjoy some down time. Throwing the shake container in the recycling, she decided to get dressed and go out for some shopping, possibly lunch as well. Clad in black pants and a light blue lacy short-sleeved top, she was eager to get out and have a bit of a life. Once again, overlooking the book whose red should be shining like a beacon, if Jareth had any say. ----- Sarah returned home later than planned, arms full of packages and leftover dinner. She had run into a friend she had met in college, Lily, then they ended up having a day of it, including a few drinks. She set her bags on the kitchen table so she could put her leftovers away in the refrigerator, then she picked her bags back up and continued on upstairs. Once again in pajamas, she put away her new items, smiling here and there at some of the cute things she had found for some great bargains. Her bed was ing like a siren and she intended to answer it. At this point, if the book were a living thing it would be reaming at her and waving nxistent hands. Unfortunately, it just laid there, in wait of the day she wouldn't be too preoccupied to notice it. ----- Jareth was pacing his tower room, very agitated. He had expected Sarah would've ed for him by now. It had been 2 days her time and if she was anything like the inquisitive creature she used to be, she should have read that book straight away. Which would've prompted her to say her right words and summon him, just for curiosity's sake, if it hadn't brought her memories back that is. He wasn't able to observe her yet, though he felt he was finally close. He was a King, used to his every whim being fulfilled. The fact she hadn't ed him to her yet, was bringing back the old feelings of his fear that she didn't want him. He had to remind himself she wasn't 16 anymore and she may have adult responsibilities to attend to before reading the whole book in this short span of time. However, this was extremely difficult to keep in mind when he felt so less, a foreign feeling for him, to be sure. Until he could overcome this spell and get through to her, he had to rely on circumstances beyond his control. This did not sit well with him at all. ----- Sarah woke up groggy and with a dry mouth. She didn't think she had that much to drink, but apparently underestimated. It wasn't a full blown hangover, but too close for her liking. She stumbled to the bathroom and drank down a glass of cool water with 2 Tylenol. She decided her bed and herself needed some quality time this morning. Perfectly logical. Settling back in her covers, she dozed until after lunch. When she awoke she felt much more herself. But also felt very guilty for whiling the bulk of the day away in bed. Now if she had some to give her a reason, that would be a different story altogether. "Yeah ok, now you're just losing it. Haven't your failed relationships taught you anything?" she mumbled out loud. She could probably be considered a borderline nun. Most likely of the reasons she loved writing so much. She could disappear into stories of her own making. Live the life she wished she could be experiencing. Oh, she couldn't complain. A good job, a place to live, a few friends when she was feeling exceptionally lly. But for the longest time it had seemed like something or some was missing. Which was absurd, her life was pretty full compared to a lot of less fortunate people. She figured since she had already wasted most of the time, she would grab some lunch and settle down to read a bit. But once lunch was consumed and cleaned up, n of her books just seemed to interest her. Which was funny because she had cases of books in her house. Wandering aimlessly back upstairs she decided maybe some cleaning was in order. Her room could do with some tidying up. She started the opposite end of her bed and sorted through her closet, making it neater than it had been in a long time. Working her way little by little towards her unmade bed. She was just about to make it, which she supposed was pointless with how late it was in the day, when she caught notice of something red out of the corner of her eye. There was a strange book in the corner between her bed and the nightstand. Why hadn't she noticed it and where did it come from?, she wondered. Picking it up, she opened to the first page and started reading. "Give me the . Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City, to take back the which you have stolen." It sounded vaguely familiar, though she couldn't understand why. Settling more comfortable on her bed against her pillows, she read on, until late afternoon sun was replaced by moonlight through her window and she had to turn the bedside lamp on. She read on into the night, not realizing she had skipped dinner completely, so engrossed was she in what should be a 's<b> twisted </font></b>fairy tale. But there was a persistent need for her to finish this book. Like it was a matter of life or death. Unfortunately, her eyes got so heavy she no longer could keep them open. The words were swimming on the page. She had made it to the ballroom ene before she had to stop. She carefully laid the book on the front of her night stand where it wouldn't be in danger of falling and getting lost in a corner or shadow again. ----- She was attired in an elegant strapless silver gown, not a big poofy girlish creation, but a slimmed down version for her adult tastes. 'Hmm, guess even in my dreams I couldn't stand the thought of wearing a heavy monstrosity I wouldn't be able to move in**', she thought to herself. She was wandering through the leering crowd. But unlike the in the book, she just stared back at them with a challenge in her eyes. She couldn't remember who, but she was searching for some, she was sure of it. Quite annoying, when she had no idea what they looked like or where they might be. Turning around she came face to face with the man from her dreams. The telling her to remember. He was clad in a sparkly dark blue waistcoat with a high collar, white ruffled shirt showing a peek of his chest, black pants, and a fancy version of riding boots. He had what looked like relief on his face as, without a word, he grabbed hold of her waist with firm hand and clasped his other hand with hers. He swept her into a dance and every else seemed to melt away. She couldn't dance. 'Guess in a dream she could though,' she thought wryly. Finally the man spoke,"You must finish the book and you MUST say your right words Sarah." The look on his face was truly earnest. "What words? I don't understand,"she replied back, a frown wrinkling her brow. "I cannot tell you outright, you must diover it for yourself to break the spell," he seemed to be struggling with the effort to convey more than what his words were telling her. He was staring deep into her eyes, trying to will her to come to the realization. "I..I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.." she felt so horrible for disappointing him, though she had no notion as to why. He started to fade as he brushed a kiss against her cheek, then whispered in her ear once more,"Say your right words." Next thing she was aware of, she was sitting up with mid-morning sunlight streaming into her room. It felt so real and it seemed she could still feel the lingering warmth of his lips on her cheek and then by her ear, as his breath stirred the tendrils of hair. She also felt bereft, like unless she figured this out she would lose something vital to her. "Alrighty, there you go again, fantasy and nonsense, time to to be productive," she said out loud as she jumped out of bed. She spent the rest of the day cleaning her house, determinedly avoiding the red book that seemed to have a magic pull on her. ----- Copyright 2017 *Lyric is from "Siren " - Hanson **I have nothing against Sarah's dress, but I would assume as an adult she may have a slightly difference preference I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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