Snippet #885405

When Jareth's ill aimed outburst caused Eva to bitterly abandon him in the attic in favor of getting some much needed sleep, Jareth remained where he was for several minutes with a grave turned down kind of expression on his face. There was no mistaking how badly he'd just handled his unique situation and even if the man refused to admit it to anyone else, Jareth knew privately that he'd made a serious ass of himself in front of Eva and possibly hurt her feelings.

Now entirely alone with in the attic room Jareth sank down onto the nearest object that would hold his weight and dropped his head, somewhat gingerly, nearly between his knees. His injuries aside the magician once again felt a wave of abject exhaustion sweep through him. Even when at his best the core of the matter was that the Goblin King felt tired and the problems that were lately blossoming from every angle within his domain were exacerbating the issue. For a few moments a feeling of severe doubt consumed him and quickly turned over into generalized anger and self resentment. It was in times like this where Jareth had nothing but his deep sense of duty and unwavering resolve to see him through to the new morning.

He reminded himself how he had come to be in the position of guardian over the castle, the Goblin City, and vast Labyrinth that surrounded it. The day he forgot what this was all really about was the same day the entire Labyrinth feel under new ownership and Jareth either was dead or in exile. Leaving on his own accord was out of the question and nothing more than an interesting fantasy to play out in his head. The more he thought about it, the more he pulled himself together and promised not to come apart again. If nothing else it was clear he wasn't thinking straight. A solid rest, or at least, the best he could get under the circumstances was in order. Tonight was about regrouping and tomorrow was about formulating a plan. The rest Jareth would deal with in stride.

Furthermore, although Jareth couldn't claim to know Ariadne's exact plans her motivations seemed clear enough. There was only one reason for anyone to go to as much effort as Ariadne was going to and that was to get ones hands on the Castle at the center of the Labyrinth. Ariadne was just the present one of many before her who had at one time or another sought the power the Castle housed and represented. Granted, the last incident had been long ago and most of the details regarding the business had been lost or forgotten by time and indifference but that certainly didn't mean the events hadn't happened.

Jareth knew the finer details of the business because he had been there, in part, to see some of the later events unfold first hand. Among other things it was an undeniable aspect of his family, their history, and his inheritance. Jareth had never been one to shirk the responsibilities that came with being part of something that was greater than himself and a matter of heritage, but that didn't mean he didn't greatly resent the legacy that had been left to him. Jareth sighed then and set his head right again as he glanced towards the small window along one wall of the attic. As the night progressed the double moons began to rise as if one was the mirror image of the other moving in unison.

"I have done everything ever asked of me and more, and yet, I know if you were here right now to see me in this moment you'd say it hasn't been enough. Well, its going to have to be, isn't it Father, or else everything might as well slip away like sand through ones fingers." Jareth muttered in a slight hissing fashion under his breath in a mixture of Gaelic and English.

Apparently Eva wasn't the only one turning in with an air of bitterness, fresh and sharp to lull them into the darkness of unconsciousness.