Both Jareth and the assembly of Dear Readers will know, of course, that that last line qualifies as a city-wide, down-central-avenue, twenty-float parade and cheerleader-trumpetted welcome back
Yes, that is him.
Sarah can tell because she knows what he smells like (something like cinnamon and leather and night air and magic, as any Labyrinth fanfic writer knows).
(and thanks to the couple of people whose comments made me ponder and weigh the comic/awful potential of an originally unplanned return of the Pale Man. Yes, he has earned a Brownie sash, too. Or taken it from a corpse. Your call.)
(I had plenty of alt titles in mind for this one, from the still-somewhat-seasonal 'You Betta Watch Out...', or 'A Warm Welcome', but when one has a chance to reference and therefore rec' one of the best damn vampire/childhood films out there (... the original Swedish one, with all my love to Hit-Girl...), seems a major fandom fail not to do so. Watch it. It is creepy and ghastly and adorable all at once.)
This is a work of fanart and solely intended for shits and giggles and vicarious fangirl thrills. Not mine, not making money from it.
Sarah and Jareth (c) Lucas, Froud, Henson; Connelly and Bowie
The Horror Known As The Pale Man, aka The Thing That Would Not Leave (c) Guillermo del Toro, Tequila Gang, New Line Home Video
Based on the original Roommates comic by *AsheRhyder