[Fic] "Minor Considerations" -- Labyrinth
Oct. 4th, 2004 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingSlept late today. However, apparently the local post office is hiring. I will call them tomorrow for details.
I worked a bit on Strange Likenesses chapter 2. It was irritating me for a long time, since by necessity the structure is very different from chapter 1, but I think I worked out a way to deal with it. Also, it's tricky to think up a PS/SS villain when Voldemort is unavailable!
Here, amazingly NOT a Harry Potter work, is my latest![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets thingy: Jareth, after the end of the movie. Fairly silly. (Cross-posted to Fanfiction.net here.)
---------------------------------------------
Minor Considerations
---------------------------------------------
"It isn't fair!"
Jareth, king of the goblins and master of the Labyrinth, was in the middle of a massive sulking fit. His castle steward, an old, wrinkled goblin, watched warily as the king paced before his throne; normally he was a benign, if condescending, monarch, but Jareth in a snit was even more unpredictable than usual.
"It's always the same. People wish away idiots and bastards, and I have to enchant them into something vaguely useful. People wish away babies and I have to take care of the little brats."
Actually, thought the steward, you don't. We have to bathe them, feed them, and keep them entertained.
Jareth kicked his throne. "Then they feel bad and try to win everyone back -- except they fall into the Bog of Eternal Stench, or they get themselves killed, or they get trapped in a dream -- and I have to deal with it! Even if they get through, they always think it's my fault! It isn't my fault they were selfish idiots and made a wish!"
They might not dislike you so much if you didn't act like such a gleeful evil bastard while you run them through the challenges, the steward carefully didn't say.
Jareth sank back into his throne, propped his head on his arm, and sighed. "Sara... I would have been your slave..."
"Ah, perhaps it's for the best, your majesty," the steward ventured.
"What? How?" Jareth glared.
The steward ducked and bowed nearly to the floor. "The girl was, ah, young, your majesty. You would be waiting even if she'd remained."
Jareth blinked, and then a thunderous frown darkened his face as crystal globes swirled into the air and the castle trembled. "You dare? You dare? Get out! Out, out, out!"
The steward wisely scurried out through the massive throne room doors and shut them behind himself, retreating down the corridor. When no explosions followed, and nothing seemed to be shattering behind him, he sidled back to the doors and peered through the crack between them.
Jareth was once again pacing before his throne.
"It isn't fair!"
---------------------------------------------
Inspired by the 10/3/0415minuteficlets word #75: frustration
I worked a bit on Strange Likenesses chapter 2. It was irritating me for a long time, since by necessity the structure is very different from chapter 1, but I think I worked out a way to deal with it. Also, it's tricky to think up a PS/SS villain when Voldemort is unavailable!
Here, amazingly NOT a Harry Potter work, is my latest
15minuteficlets thingy: Jareth, after the end of the movie. Fairly silly. (Cross-posted to Fanfiction.net here.)---------------------------------------------
Minor Considerations
---------------------------------------------
"It isn't fair!"
Jareth, king of the goblins and master of the Labyrinth, was in the middle of a massive sulking fit. His castle steward, an old, wrinkled goblin, watched warily as the king paced before his throne; normally he was a benign, if condescending, monarch, but Jareth in a snit was even more unpredictable than usual.
"It's always the same. People wish away idiots and bastards, and I have to enchant them into something vaguely useful. People wish away babies and I have to take care of the little brats."
Actually, thought the steward, you don't. We have to bathe them, feed them, and keep them entertained.
Jareth kicked his throne. "Then they feel bad and try to win everyone back -- except they fall into the Bog of Eternal Stench, or they get themselves killed, or they get trapped in a dream -- and I have to deal with it! Even if they get through, they always think it's my fault! It isn't my fault they were selfish idiots and made a wish!"
They might not dislike you so much if you didn't act like such a gleeful evil bastard while you run them through the challenges, the steward carefully didn't say.
Jareth sank back into his throne, propped his head on his arm, and sighed. "Sara... I would have been your slave..."
"Ah, perhaps it's for the best, your majesty," the steward ventured.
"What? How?" Jareth glared.
The steward ducked and bowed nearly to the floor. "The girl was, ah, young, your majesty. You would be waiting even if she'd remained."
Jareth blinked, and then a thunderous frown darkened his face as crystal globes swirled into the air and the castle trembled. "You dare? You dare? Get out! Out, out, out!"
The steward wisely scurried out through the massive throne room doors and shut them behind himself, retreating down the corridor. When no explosions followed, and nothing seemed to be shattering behind him, he sidled back to the doors and peered through the crack between them.
Jareth was once again pacing before his throne.
"It isn't fair!"
---------------------------------------------
Inspired by the 10/3/04
15minuteficlets word #75: frustration