Sarah hummed softly, on her way back to her room from the shower. She was trying to relax after having spent four hours clearing her apartment of chicken feathers. The damn things were worse than dog hair, in the couch, in the cupboards, she even found some in her cupcake mix once. Unfortunately, relaxation was to be as evasive as ever.
A large gust of wind slammed her window open, glitter and feathers swirling in on said wind, and there, amongst the chaos, was the King of the Goblins.
"Hello, precious~" He could barely contain his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up seductively.
"Keep your god damned goblins and chicken feathers out of my apartment!" She held up a fist full of feathers, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. To her surprise, the next thing Jareth did was laugh. A big, full bodied laugh that shook his narrow shoulders softly.
"You called up the Goblin King to whine about chicken feathers? Only you, little girl."
"Don't. call. me. that." She scowled softly.
"I brought you a gift."
"I don't want your petty gifts! I want you to stay the hell out of my life!"
Jareth went completely silent, suddenly eying her up.
"Well, hello Sarah~"
She looked down, realizing that she was in nothing but a towel, she shrieked and bolted back to the bathroom. Jareth laughed again and decided to lounge on her bed, waiting for her to come back fully clothed and ready to rip him a new one.
'She is cute when she's angry~'
Sarah pulled on the pajamas she had on previously and stormed back to her room.
"Get off my bed."
Jareth slunk gracefully off the bed, eyes glittering mischievously.
"As you wish, princess."
"... Did you just quote Th- Never mind, I'm supposed to be yelling at you. What the hell is with all the chicken feathers?"
Jareth shrugged, "Ask the goblins. They adore chickens. I would personally love to get rid of the nasty little things, the chickens, that is-" he paused to examine his nails, "- but the goblins would be terribly upset. As their King, I can't have that, now can I?"
Sarah fumed, trying to resist the urge to grab the Goblin King's fluffy head and smash it into the wall.
"They're your responsibility Jareth, keep them out of my house."
"I would, but... I don't want to." He smirked, looking triumphant and smug.
Sarah lost her resolve and swung her clenched fist right at the smarmy bastard's face, only to fall forward onto her own. Jareth leaned over her, grinning now.
"Do you need help up?"
Sarah rolled over, only to find herself almost face to face with Jareth. A blush spread across her face, and she cursed her body for betraying her.
'Damn you and your leather, tight fitting- ' Sarah didn't let herself finish that thought, afraid her face would turn an even darker red. He stood up straight and stepped back.
"Is that all you needed from me, precious?"
"I'll leave that open to interpretation~" Jareth disappeared in large puff of glitter and owl feathers.
"First, it's chicken feathers. Now owl feathers. Dirty fae sonova- Ugh." Sarah picked the feathers up off her floor, tossed them out, got dressed and ran out the door, realizing that she was late for work.
'Damn you, Goblin King!'