selena-lenoir

Shutters of the soul reluctantly flutter open, the only movement before testing a trap of knives in delicately stretching limbs. Gaze upon flesh melting from bones, burning cells decaying with every putrid rasp of borrowed breath. Slippered feet shush across linoleum floors, pursue substance without texture in a wobbling spoon grasped by feeble hands. Melt into the sheets as dizziness tapers off and slumber descends, yet the whimpering frame lurches, regurgitating energy potential.

“Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.” Jareth’s voice was soft and almost pleading as he spoke to the young woman he had come to love and admire. He’d grown so tired over the past few hours. Sarah had expected great things of both him and the labyrinth, and he had bent the rules into little knots trying to comply. Surely she understood that? With his abilities came a certain responsibility. Moving time was a gift that was to be used sparingly, not a cheap trick used to impress the ladies. But his Sarah was special. He simply had to make her his queen! No other maiden would do. He- Ahh, there

“For heaven’s sake, keep your voice down.” “Why? You honestly think he doesn’t know by now? The boy’s not stupid, Kahlea. At the very least he’s surmised that something is amiss.” A ten-year-old Jareth tried to block out the sound of his parents’ arguing by humming a song to himself. It wasn’t that he hadn’t become used to it by now. The two Fae argued almost every time they were alone…or thought they were, at any rate. What did bother him was the fact that he could never discern what the argument was actually about. He fiddled with the pendant his father had given him

 Arvena made her way through the labyrinth, letting out sighs of frustration each time one of the passages shifted closed behind her. Not everything was as it seemed? That was a bit of an understatement. First she'd tried to climb vines that magically withered at a critical moment, now the walls themselves were moving. Did the floor move too? She decided that no matter what happened, she wouldn't be surprised. Get through the labyrinth? That Fae was insane. Sure, she'd get through, but changing the walls of a maze couldn't possibly be playing by any set of rules. Not that Arvena minded. It made things interesting. But why should this Jareth c

 Green. That was about all Arvena could say about the labyrinth so far. The walls of the maze were covered in vines and flowers, which confused her. Shouldn't there be something else? Yes, the puzzle was complex, but it was also very normal. The being who had abducted her obviously did not fit in that category, so why would he give her a challenge that was beneath his own standards? It made no sense. Therefore Arvena chose to layer her curiosity with caution. Sighing, she turned toward the wall on her right and grabbed a few of the vines. If playing this game was mandatory, perhaps she could take a shortcut. The labyrinth let her climb most o

It could be said that the affair began with a wish. That would, however, be a dramatization. In reality it started with boredom. The Goblin King lounged in his throne and tapped the riding crop on his leg as his subjects entertained themselves all around him. Normally he would settle them with a song, but he was too restless. His mind craved to be used for something creative. He let out a sigh of frustration and lifted a crystal to eye-level, searching the human world for any sign that he might be needed. Perhaps limiting the wishes to certain circumstances and word choices was not such a brilliant idea after all. Life had quickly gone from a

 It had been several years since Sarah had defeated the Goblin King. Since then, she'd finished high school and been accepted to several colleges. As a matter of fact, her graduation from high school was the reason for the celebration she was holding that night. It wasn't much, just some time she'd set aside to spend with her friends from the Underground. Ludo, Didymus, and Hoggle were the obvious invitees. The Fireys usually came to those sorts of events for the simple reason that they couldn't pass up a party. She'd also made friends with a few of the goblins by providing sweet things for them to eat. There always seemed to be a few more go