Ifaith, I don’t know that there is anyone alive or dead I would rather be than who I am. I think if I had to choose, however, I would choose to trade places with my
friend sometimes confidant, king_of_goblins. He rules well, grants wishes, sends unwanted children away to his Labyrinth, therefore building up the Underground’s population, and has a grand time torturing young girls without getting involved in all the emotional muck that goes along with that activity. Well, even if he does get involved in all that emotinal muck, he does manage to hide it well.
I admire his abilities magically, He is arrogant, but it is the kind of arrogance that is based solidly in the reality of knowing precisely who he is. Oh, yes, I do know who I am, as well. I know what I want, and I am not afraid to go about getting it, but Jareth, he knows well enough that he never stops to think about it. Every nerve ending, every pore is also aware of it, and to me he personifies what it is to have a truly accomplished Will. This is a skill which far too many Wytches, far too many Mages, far too many beings in general strive toward and never achieve.
I would see what he sees through his eyes, although I must be very careful what I wish for. He has a penchant for granting those wishes, and leaving you to taste the bitter fruits of them all too quickly.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology /Legend
Word Count: 260