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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Labyrinth (1986) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jareth/Sarah Williams, Sarah Williams/Original Male Character Characters: Sarah Williams, Jareth (Labyrinth) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied Relationships Series: Part 1 of Overland and Underground Summary:
After her visit to the Labyrinth, Sarah grew up as all children eventually do. On the eve of a life changing decision, Jareth decides it's time to visit Sarah again. Life does not always turn out the way we imagine it will.
Obsidian - A Faded Memory
Here's part three of "A Faded Memory".
Wow, that was fast!
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A feathery coat, a bird atop his head...this was the Tempus person Maghnus had told him about. He’d come back into existence ever since the timeline glitched, and though he was now solid and a part of those remembered, he wasn’t fully ‘there’ when it came to his head. He was more skittish, more strange, more outside of his mind than usual due to solitary confinement tearing him apart from the inside out.
“Oh, Tempus! Tempus, Maghnus told me about you...that’s your name, right? I’m not sure if I have the right person. What brings you to my lab?”
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♣ - a fading memory
She could scarcely recall it...their voices...the way they smelled...their particular variety of warmth...it was muted now...cold...nearly odorless save for the stench of iron from the blood...no kindly voices...no warmth...no sweetness...no chuckling or peals of laughter...only fear...fear and terrible screams...anguished shrieks and pleas to be spared...for the others to be spared...all ignored...every one...she could barely remember them before the chaos following her admission...all the comforting, pleasant memories...covered in a sea of blood, viscera...and that dreadful song on repeat.
The Memory in My Old Wallet (2013) x