threesentenceficathon | Dream and Nightmare (Labyrinth; Jareth/Sarah) (Reply)

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The wisher bows before the Queen, shaking and wide-eyed, but her fingers stretch for the lost child despite her fear and the exhaustion of her successful run, and the Queen tilts her head, a hidden smile and wickedly sparkling eyes, and tears a door to the Aboveground, sending them both home with a touch of magic about them.

"What are you thinking, mischief of mine?" Sarah asks, turning and tossing her legs up over the arm of the throne in a spill of frothy skirts, tilting her head the other way, her eyes holding all the warmth of the sun over the mortal world and all the ice of the starlight that walls the faerie realm as she smiles expectantly.

"Only how lovely you are, my Queen," Jareth says, and delights in her laugh as he does in her challenges and her narrow-eyed stubbornness; he presses a kiss to her palm, "the best sort of dream - or the loveliest nightmare." he teases, and laughs as she straightens, her boots hitting the floor with a sharp snap.