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Damn Her Innocent Eyes

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They were the first thing that drew me to her.  Pale emeralds, cutting the darkness of a world that offered nothing but cruelty with a shine of purity, hope, and imagination.  I watched those exquisite eyes from afar for months, heart leaping with joy every time they met the amber ones I had as an owl.  Every moment was spent dreaming of the day I could see them locked onto my blue and brown human eyes.

That day came, of course.  It was a night, of course, dark and stormy, hardly a romantic setting, but who am I to care for the setting when it was the moment when I finally properly met that intriguing girl?  When at long last I transformed before her after taking the boy as per her wish, I was nearly thrown back by the sheer sincerity in them.  She was horrified by what she had done, and, unfortunately, terrified of me.  I represented everything unfamiliar to her: love, fantasy, dreams made real.  Her desperate determination to rescue her brother at all costs pulled me even farther under her spell.

She annihilated every challenge I threw her way, the guilelessness never leaving that beautiful verdant gaze of hers.  Even in a moment of appalling audacity that would have seen any other mortal put to death, it wasn't the impertinence that rendered me momentarily speechless.  It was the fact that, even when she was taking a vicious blow at my ego, a glow of sweetness penetrated the flames of her anger and defiance.

I could continue the charade of villainy no longer.  I had to let her know that I couldn't bear to let her go after thirteen hours, but to do that, I had to absolve her of her hatred of me.  To do that, of course, I had Hoghead give her the peach that sent her in to my dream masquerade ball.  She waded through a sea of the debauchery and malfeasance I had been drowning in for centuries.  She was the saving grace I had been longing for for so long, and I slipped gratefully into her arms, drinking like the finest wine the virtuous, undefiled glow that emanated from her pale jewel eyes.  It tore my heart when she ran from my embrace, intimidated by the evil that is the world I'm trapped in, because it was this stark contrast that made me fall completely, unconditionally, and immutably in love with her.

I tried to tell her, but she was too focused on her brother.  I could tell that she was panicking, as I had learned her eyes with the intimacy of old friends by this point, and she only had a few minutes left in which to save her brother.  Little did she know that I would have returned him to his own home had she simply asked it of me.  It was no longer about the babe, or winning this farcical game.  For me, it was about her heart, and making her my queen, though I knew deep in my already breaking heart that it was never to be.

I offered her everything she had ever wanted, but she said the words and shattered not only my heart, but the very core of my being.  Her eyes were so cruel, blazing with wickedest fire as the power of words, the power I had bestowed upon her, struck me with its fullest force.  And even then, I could see the naiveté and sweetness that had captured me so completely.

She never understood my offer, I knew it from the moment the flames were extinguished.  She was too young, too benign to realize what she had done to me, and that knowledge was the worst of all.  I thought I saw a flicker of regret in her eyes when they met mine that last time, but that may have been a shred of false hope, for I never could bring myself to look upon them after she banned me from her life.

Even now, as I lie despondent in my throne, my eyes cannot bear to touch the image of hers that hasn't left the crystal in my hand since that fateful night.  I don't know how long it's been, for my concentration is completely on the crystal, the last vestige of my dearest love I have left.  I've not eaten or slept since, for doing so would mean tearing myself away from her.  I know I am wasting away, but it is only a vague notion that refuses to register in a brain so haunted by my Sarah.

Damn her innocent eyes.
:iconring0ffire: did a very awesome drawing ([link]) of the same name, and it got my brain flowing with Jareth-angst. It didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but I like the ending anyway ^__^ When I write Jareth, he's kind of emo and has a slight obsession with Sarah's eyes, in case you couldn't tell :P

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WalkingOnTheStars's avatar
Wow, this is beautiful! The flow, the imagery, the emphasis on purity, everything is perfect. Beautifully bittersweet.