I’ve been well. I’ve married. I have a wife. And a husband. It keeps me on my toes.
And you, dear one? Any trouble with prepubescent young boys as of late?
A wife anda husband? My, you have been busy.
You know what he did was wrong, brother. I had to teach him a lesson. And I did.
Dear sister, it’s been so long!
I don’t remember this face. Is it new?
Ah, it is!
Hello there, brother. Yes, it is a new face. I see you’ve kept the same, though. How’ve you been?
Is that who I think it is…?
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[ 6 / 6 ] Éponine’s Disguise
Another magical being has wandered in on me?
You’re not a faerie, though. That’s unique.
"Your…brother? Oh, of course! What a common coincidence to have a goblin king by the name of Jareth as your brother." With a roll of his eyes, he began to turn away. The girls of this world continued to bewilder him. It wasn’t until she mentioned his sarcasm did he pause. “I beg your pardon?" He cast a dark glare over his shoulder. To have a complete stranger pick him apart like a simple puzzle was rude indeed. He didn’t try hard at anything. When he did, it was for something worth trying for. Not this. He turned to meet her introduction with an annoyed look. “Apologies, Enchantress, but I haven’t the time to compare myself to imaginary goblin kings.”
"Imaginary is such a funny term, isn’t it, Goblin King? Because my brother, Jareth, is the second son of Lord Oberon, the King of the Goblins, and quite real. Quite handsome. And quite the king." The woman stepped closer to him, a smile on her face. "And quite the charmer. None of which you seem to be at the moment. In fact, if I had to put money on it, I would have to say that you are the impostor.”
"Your hair is falling rather flat today. It’s the humidity, isn’t it? Not quite supporting your hairspray."
“Your Goblin King?” He coughed up a sarcastic laugh as he arched a clever brow towards the woman. “Forgive me, I was unaware that there were more of me. Could you provide me a moment to adjust to this shocking news?” The man placed a hand against his hollowed cheek for a split second before removing it and perching it against his hip. “There, all better. Now I would ask your name but it seems you’ve already met me. Need I remain here any longer?”
"Met you? No, no, dear, we’ve established this. I haven’t met you. I met my brother. You’re a different Jareth, so it is a pleasure to meet you." The Enchantress gave a little bow at that, bobbing her head. "You’re not as fun as he is, though. Trying much too hard to be sarcastic." She shook her head, then tilted it upwards. "I’m the Enchantress."
The Goblin King himself. I am honored.
You’re not my Goblin King, though. A different one. A new one.