He paused. I’d never dream of leaving… Finishing the step he’d taken when she said those words, he straighten. If he turned around. If he acknowledged her plea, he would be forced to stay. For however long, he had no idea, but it would be inevitable. He wanted to take her away to the Labyrinth. He wanted to rule his lair with her by his side, the Goblin Queen. But that would all take time. She was far too complex a creature to woo with crystals and song. She’d proven that already. For the first time, the Goblin King felt a twinge of fear at the unknown.
Jareth turned to face her. “Dreams? Sarah.. Sarah…” He shook his head, a look of disappointment swirled with disbelief shadowed his face. “It was real.” He glanced around, wondering how on earth he would get along on… earth. “Well, I suppose I could sit on your desk…” He chuckled, a sly grin crossing his face, “Then again, it seems I already am.” He raised a brow at her; she was more wonderful than he remembered. He suddenly hated himself for letting her go, and hated himself more for returning.
“Well then, you silly girl. Just what do you propose I do? Rent myself an apartment and pose as your tutor!?” He had thrown his hands in the air in a dramatic flourish, letting them fall to his hips, his cloak billowing slightly in the night breeze. “Really Sarah… and here you thought I asked so much.” He clucked his tongue at her, though inside he wanted to rush her and confess the excitement and panic her request had brewed inside him. “I suppose if you’re to get your wish…” He threw his eyes in the direction of the pile of papers from Julliard. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make due.”
Her face went beet red as she realized the underlying joke about sitting on her desk. She stalked over to the desk and snatched it off, hiding it behind her back. Sarah peered at him coyly, acting as if it was never there.
Hearing his confirmation about it being real made her sigh in relief. Should she be relieved? Shouldn’t she be concerned? Instead, she stood there, reveling in his all too real presence. He hadn’t changed. He was still that arrogant and egotistical man she met those many years ago. A man she never thought to be real. Goosebumps raised on her arms, but she blamed it on the open window bringing in cool air.
“N-No, I don’t expect you to do any of that..I just…” What did she really want from him? She wanted him to stay, to confirm her sanity. She wanted to show people that he was real. She sighed in exasperation and fell to her bed in a dramatic way, face first. “I don’t know what I want!” She yelled into her sheets. It came out as a muffled and muted sound. Her fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she turned her head slightly to let her voice escape. “I’m not going to Julliard. They won’t accept me there. I don’t have enough money to attend. It’s not like I’ll ever reach that level anyway. I don’t know why I even try.”