Before I begin this chapter, I would like to apologize for how ridiculously long it has been since I have updated this story. For anyone who is still reading, you have my friend EvilFuzzyKitty to thank for this. She's probably the only person who could motivate me to write by pouting, stare though in hindsight that does seem a bit unfair. Oh, I would also like to say that I am trying to include some actual mythology and such in here, but if you are patient it will all be explained in the story. Lol, no need to go off and try to research anything yourself if you don't like.
Chapter 3
"To what do I owe the true honor of your visit, Uncle?" Jareth asked while lounging on his thrown with a grace that only predators seemed to possess. His words, while sweet, lacked sincerity when uttered. Rather, they seemed to be part of a well rehearsed play. That, however, would not be entirely far from the truth.
"Why, Nephew, can I not merely visit for the sake of seeing you?" replied the man almost innocently.
"If it were anyone else I might believe it," Jareth answered as he tapped his riding crop on his boot. "With you, however, it has never been the case. Not in two centuries have you stopped here, so forgive me if I am curious."
"Ahh, correct as always. I do have something to discuss with you." After saying that much the man took a step forward so that he could better address his throned nephew. Family they may be, but proper respects must be paid given the situation. "I have come to ask a favor of the Goblin King. I wish for a gift that only you can provide me with."
Jareth's eyebrows rose minutely as he looked over the previously forgotten relative. It appeared that time had changed him, though perhaps that was merely due to the rust of memories. Before him stood his uncle (several times 'great' uncle, though it was considered rude in the underground to address one's age) with all the stature of royal bearing. His raven black hair hung in a thick braid down to his knees, and his soft violet eyes held a sincerity that few in either realm possessed. His skin was darker than most, though his tan held a healthy glow rather than any burns. It was all covered, however, in luxurious robes of the darkest green and trimmed in gold. The man looked truly noble, but there was one thing that set him apart from the Goblin King. This man's ears held a point at the end, a sign of fairy blood tainted with something else. True, the sidhe were fairies, but those in the seelie or unseelie court possessed rounded ears to mark them as purebloods if they were so. His Uncle, however, had a slight tainting in his blood from something Jareth could never quite place. Asking, however, would have been too taboo.
"Very well then, Thanatos," answered Jareth using merely one of the names that mankind had bestowed upon him through the years. "What would the Cu Sith ask of me?"
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"May I get you anything to drink, Miss?"
Sarah looked up at the middle aged woman who had served her so many times in the past. She smiled lightly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, please. May I have a cappuccino?"
The silver haired woman nodded with a grin, "Of course you can. I'll be right back with that."
Sarah watched as the woman shuffled off toward the counter. It seemed the waitress had an instinct about people. She knew when they wanted to chat, and she knew when they wanted silence. Never did she push either way. It didn't take a genius, however, to figure out which one Sarah would have preferred given both her attire and her pained expression.
While Sarah was lost in her musings the waitress brought back her drink and set it down gently. "There you go, Miss. Anything else?"
"No, thank you very much." Bringing the drink to her lips she blew gently before taking a drink. As she lowered it she gave an appreciative grin, "It's delicious. Thank you."
"No problem." The elder woman started to turn, but then redirected her gaze back to Sarah. It seemed that the normal rule didn't apply today, "Forgive me for asking, but why that drink? You always order tea, but your friend...."
"Couldn't make it today, I'm afraid. I thought I'd have one for her," came the shy reply as the brunette gave the waitress a grin once again. "A little strange of me, but I thought it a nice gesture."
"I see. Sorry for asking," answered the waitress as she shuffled back toward the counter. Sadly, she understood very quickly what Sarah had meant by 'couldn't make it.' It pained her in a small way, but if the look on that woman's face was any indication as to how she felt then the waitress would leave it at that.
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Author's Note: I realize this all seems slightly disconnected right now, but it ties together next chapter. I wanted to set up why it is that Jareth and Sarah fall back into each other's worlds without having either being the obsessive/love struck characters I have so often read them as being. I want to portray them both as being strong in their own respects (especially Jareth, because he is my favorite). Also, what do you think of his dear uncle thus far? Hope you like him, because this character will be vital to the story.
