• "Has anyone ever told you that you bear a striking resemblance to David Bowie?" Sarah remarked while she ran her fingers over the grass absentmindedly, sitting cross-legged beside Jareth.
    "Considering you're one of two mortals who've ever come to the Underground, and the only one to ever return, no one has really been around long enough to make such a comparison." Jareth replied. He had one knee bent and the other leg flat against the ground, with an arm resting on his bent knee and the other hand splayed in the grass beside Sarah's wandering hand. His hand itched to grab hers, so much so that his fingers twitched slightly.
    "Hm. Well, you look uncannily like Bowie." Sarah stretched out and rolled onto her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms to stare up into Jareth's mismatched pupils.
    Jareth raised an eyebrow at her statement, then looked off distantly towards the horizon.
    "Perhaps Bowie looks uncannily like me, Sarah. Have you ever given any thought to just how old I am? We don't age in the Underground, precious. We are born, we grow, and then we simply exist. There is no wrinkling of the skin, no gnarled hands or arthritic joints; no death. We cease to age at a certain point. But believe me when I say, it can get quite tiresome, this continuous life we lead."
    Sarah considered that, and with a tilt of her head she replied "So... you'll live forever then."
    Jareth turned his head towards her, his eyes searching hers. "Forever." he acquiesced with a slight nod.
    "That's not long at all." Sarah remarked with a lopsided grin, her eyes shining.
    Jareth's eyes sparkled as he smiled in return, and turned his gaze back to the horizon.
    Sarah buried her face into the cocoon of her folded arms, still grinning.
    "You sound a lot like him too, you oddity." she muttered.
    "What was that?"
    "Nothing."