In which we discover that you can't really hurt them permanently. Remember this, there'll be a quiz later.
Erik belongs to Leroux and Webber.
Jareth and Sarah belong to Henson, Lucas, Bowie and Connelly.
Norrington belongs to Disney, Bruckheimer, and Davenport.
Javert belongs to Hugo, Boublil, Schonberg, and Kretzmer.
Even though the sword was steel rather than cold iron, he was run through, so that still would have been bloody painful, right? (Perhaps at least while it was inside him and on entry and exit.) Because, melodramatic faint aside, Jareth was pretty chill about the whole thing and didn’t really look to be in much pain to me. That said, I must admit that I loved his attitude about the whole thing. Jareth opening one eye from his sprawl to peer up at her as he declares her a spoilsport is wonderful. ^^ You’ve done this whole arc so very, very well, and I love all the detail and depth you’ve put into it. Jareth’s vacillations between his good side and his evil side are wonderful, and I love his explanations throughout. ^^
Also, Sarah being the one to pull the sword out gives me the idea that she was having it ready-at-hand to take a swing at him herself should he continue causing them all pain and grief. And I do love how she placed a foot on his chest to keep him down too. It fits so very well. ^^
(And I adore how you did his eyes in the second last panel – they are gorgeous. ^^)
*Cough* Sorry please continue with the story.
AWESOME art and AWESOME comic as always! I love this!
And it's articulation like Jareth's monologue here that makes Labyrinth such a great fandom--the fact that we have so much to look forward to in rewatching a silly kids movie from the 1980s. There is depth to characterization and layers to how stories work, especially when you use Narrative Causality as a tool rather than a rule.
Oh, you lucked out! You get to read them almost all in one go, instead of having to wait for weeks between them.
It's great when you go back and watch some of the stuff from when you were younger and realize that half of it is so much worse, and half of it is so much better than you remember...