⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── a continuation from this post, for @flyhomebird .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 for the things that Westley has done, and time is an illusion. One step forward and two steps back is the way the world works when there is old magic involved. It’s the nature of the Labyrinth itself — a puzzle pieced together at the whim of its master, and not meant to make sense to anyone else. It’s a prison with the illusion of freedom, and some of its participants never make it past the first corridor — they keep chasing that horizon line, and it never gets any closer. Things aren’t always what they seem to be — but surely, she knows that by now.
But what does she know of him? Of the struggles before he’d been sucked into this magical vortex and trapped within its legacy? How could she understand that all he’d ever wanted was to be good enough, and in the end, even the goblin king had found it laughable. He is a jester at court — not a child, nor a goblin, nor a Faery. He can’t even call himself an accomplice — he takes no pride in his part in bringing her to this place. She will either break the spell and return home, or live out her human life with Jareth and his madness once she reaches the castle at the center, and the cycle will start over again upon her demise. “You show me more grace than I would ever dare to show myself.”
