Lilka—or was it Taylor—looked from her window into the other room. In that world her window was but a mirror, this was nothing she was unused to. A crystal sat on the desk, a stray feather from her King’s transformation floated down beside it. Notes and pictures dotted the walls of the tiny room, but these weren’t her focus. A handful of steps away from the desk stood this woman who claimed to be her mother, she was crying, yelling at the man Lilka, Taylor, knew to be her King.
“You stole her from me!” She was still beautiful this woman, though a mere shadow of a person. She seemed deflated and worn down. “Give her back.”
“It’s been more than a decade Sarah.” Jareth did not raise his voice, “Every year you ask me the same thing, and every year I find myself unable to give you what you ask.”
“I want my daughter back!” Sarah pushed at Jareth, but was unable to move the Goblin King. A rain of fists fell upon his chest plate and still he was unmoved. “I don't want your crystals or your tricks I want my baby! I’ve missed everything, her smile…” her words became unintelligible and as the fists slowed Jareth held her in his arms. "I wish you'd give her back." she whispered.
“Sarah.”
“Don’t Sarah me!” the woman snapped, trying to push away even as he began to stroke her hair. Jareth kissed her forehead, the same way he’d do for Lilka every morning and night. “If she could choose she’d stay here.” Sarah insisted, “with her mother.”
Jareth’s eyes met Lilka’s, waiting for her response. The only babies she’d ever seen in the halls of her King had been wished away, the Goblin King did not steal babies. That was for pixies. But still, the hysterics of the woman did not leave her untouched.
Sarah stopped, and this time, when she pushed him away, Jareth did not stop her. “Is she watching?” Sarah spun around, and her eyes settled upon the crystal, then the mirror. Her eyes met Lilka’s and a bolt like lightening passed between them. “Taylor?” the woman asked, though she needed no confirmation, “Oh my baby how you’ve grown!” Sarah held back a sob. “Taylor baby you’re so beautiful. Don’t worry, Mommy’s here…”
This then was her choice?
“My name is Lilka.”
The Day You Hoped Would Never Come by not_elven
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