Loving The Stars Too Fondly

Inktober day 20: SQUEEZE

My Jareth and Sarah companion pieces finally together in one post, at long last! I love this film so much…

I don’t know about you all but I like to unwind by drawing out my favorite movies/books. Labyrinth is my all time favorite movie! This was drawn with just pencil and paper in about 2 ½ hours.

Jareth: I can give you your dreams. Sarah: ??? —– Aaaaand I’m done! All together I think this took me 3 hours to do (I kept talking short breaks). This was made with just copy paper and a mechanical pencil.

The goblin jumped back in surprise, not expecting the door to be opened so quickly. “Huh? Kingy’s sad again? That’s funny, I just came from the eatin’ place, an’ he didn’t look sad. Maybe you should go downstairs ta see him. Last time he was sad, it was ‘cause you left. I can takes ya down there if ya want.” 

Still seated leisurely in the dining hall, Jareth sighed with frustration. He hadn’t sent Pöngö to get Sarah very long ago, but he was already becoming impatient. The previous night had gone perfectly; he had won Sarah back, and though she wasn’t happy about it, she would stay with him this time. He would make sure of it. 

So why was he feeling so on edge this morning? He stood up and paced the room, replaying the past evening in his head to be sure he hadn’t made any mistakes. It took him a moment to notice the small tug in the back of his mind. Jareth walked to one of the large windows looking out over the city and the Labyrinth beyond that. He watched silently as the morning breeze picked up, ruffling the leaves on the trees and hedges. 

“I’ve brought her back to you. Give me time, and she’ll be ours forever.” He spoke quietly, his words barely reaching his own ears as he willed the Labyrinth to be calm. The wind finally slowed, and the scenery before him became still enough that he could have been examining a painting. With another sigh - of relief this time - the King turned away from the window and walked back to the table to sit and wait. 

Sarah pursed her lips. The funny little goblin hadn’t quite understood what she had been asking, but he had given her at least some kind of an answer. Though she didn’t know why it mattered. Of course the Goblin King would have been all pissy and mopey after he lost their game. That was no surprise. It just meant he was a sore loser. And apparently even more of a sore winner.

Sarah sucked in a slow breath. That must be it. This whole thing-- threatening her family, tricking her to coming to the Labyrinth, telling her that he had feelings for her and then refusing to let her go home must be some sort of revenge plot. 

Well offering me my dreams didn’t work the first time, Goblin King, so what makes you think it would work again? her subconscious growled.

“Alright, then,” she said. “Please, lead me to him.” Her words were polite, but her tone was crisp. Her insides were churning and boiling. So that’s what this was all about, huh? Jareth was just a sore loser. Well Sarah wasn’t going to play into that kind of poor sportsmanship. She had conquered his challenge fair and square. 

Sarah: Magic contact juggling practice is hard! ——- I am working on a Game Grumps drawing but in the mean time have another Labyrinth drawing! 😘 Made in 2 hrs. with mechanical pencil and copy paper.

For seemingly endless years, the Fae king had dreamed of finally reaching this day. When his precious Sarah’s presence in his Labyrinth would be permanent, when he could proclaim with absolute certainty that she was most definitely his once again. && she seemed to enjoy it here, as she once had. He had missed her so dearly, && here she was.

So why was something… off?

The years they’d spent apart, Sarah growing mostly on her own with those terribly horrendous excuses for mortal parents–something had changed, in that time. Their nascent relationship had been so sharply broken off that Jareth feared… there was no mending it.

Nonetheless, he could try.

The noon sun hung heavy in the cinnamon sky, a gentle breeze wafting a strange sort of spice through the air. To the average eye, one might say nothing had changed. But to Jareth, he knew. He could see how the Labyrinth had changed; it too, was rejoicing at the return of that funny little mortal girl. Colours seemed just a touch brighter; the moss, springier, the stones, less dusty.

But then again, he could be imagining it.

Inquiring after Sarah provided that she was in the East Gardens. Jareth’s favourite spot, funny she should pick it out. Once he’d given her time to be alone, he set out on his way to find her. Surely she’d be by Selene’s Pond; there was not a better place to sit && ruminate.

Once he’d set eyes on her, however, he paused. Was that… a tinge of sadness he saw, on her fair features there? No, surely he was mistaken. Brushing the pang of worry away, he stepped forward from the hedges, the heels of his boots clacking softly against the pale flagstones.

❝Good afternoon, pet,❞ Jareth greeted as he came beside her, standing by the bench she occupied with hands clasped behind his back, a gentle priorly rare smile on his lips, his honeyed voice low so as to not startle her. ❝May I join your company?❞

 Upon hearing his voice break her reverie, a smile spread on Sarah’s lips. She rose her eyes to meet his, her gaze just as warm as his own. ❝Yes, of course,❞ she responded to his query. Once he took seat next to her, Sarah turned her attention back to the pond and was silent for a moment. 

 She breathed in deeply, marveling silently at this feeling that had washed over her now that she was once more in Jareth’s presence. It was a feeling like none she had experienced -- the feeling of being with a friend. A true friend. She felt so comfortable around him, more comfortable than she had felt around anyone in her entire life.

 ❝You know it’s still so crazy to think that this is all real,❞ Sarah started a conversation amiably, ❝I keep waking up expecting it to all have been a dream but then...❞ She shook her head, a wry smile curling her lips as she looked around at the gardens and the sky.

Requests for @xakumawolfy and @wotterblue

I survived from his frilly clothes.. XP

I was going for a windswept kind of temptress vibe lmao (also trying to give him that vulnerable puppy look in the eyes)

I imagine that his clothes disintegrated in that final confrontation scene, they just kinda flew through the air, right..?