On the one hand, I second this heartily. Yet on the other, now I know I'm not sleeping tonight because I did not expect to see the .gif in my inbox. ;_;
FILL - "Beckoning"xenjnDecember 15 2011, 19:53:51 UTC
I shall try this prompt! Forgive me if I fail!
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Jasmine's been acting peculiar lately, he thinks, but he doesn't ask. He wants to tell himself that it wasn't because he was afraid to, but he was. Something about her eyes, the way they narrow when he begins to bring up the subject, makes everything inside of him jolt, his blood freeze over, an overwhelming weight settling in his stomach and he speaks no more. Instead smiling at his beautiful wife and watching the way she walks past the guards, dressed all in reds and blacks, hips swaying and her fingertips brushing along their armor as she moves, the smile on her lips indescribable, but chilling all the same.
It's odd, he thinks, how Abu refuses to come within arms length of Jasmine. One day in passing he sees Jasmine reach out to a lounging Abu, who suddenly drops his fruit and bares his teeth at her, hissing. He expected to see her jump, to move back, to ask him in her soft, melodic voice what was wrong but instead she just leans foreword, lips twisted in a smirk that reminded him much too deeply of Jafar, and hisses right back.
He's never seen Abu so terrified in his life.
He finds he wishes for Genie's return, one night after Jasmine pins him down upon their bed, damp with sweat as she slides herself on top of him, head arched back, laughing deeply with each movement, her nails leaving marks on his skin, marks that haven't quite yet healed.
Her eyes are always on him, he thinks. Even when he was alone, looking through the Sultan's impressive library for some clue, some answer, he feels her there, watching, seeing, feels an incredible strain as he lifts his hand to reach for a scroll, only to hear her voice call out to him.
Eventually, he stops looking for an answer, stops trying to ask what was wrong, eventually he gives up and smiles at her, purposely ignoring how Rajah, who used to sleep at the foot of their bed, avoids her entirely now. Ignores how the world seems to darken wherever she may step, ignores the way that her eyes, sometimes, in sides of his vision seem to blacken over. He ignores it all, standing atop their balcony at night, staring at the stars, inwardly screaming for genie's return as her long nails drag along his chest, beckoning him to their bed, where she takes him again.
Re: FILL - "Beckoning"afterandalasiaDecember 16 2011, 00:11:55 UTC
FEEL GOOD. FEEL GODLY.
Hollllllllly crap, this was amazing. Beautifully dark, and I love that you made it from Aladdin's point of view there. This is just wonderfullll, thank you so much!
Demon!Jasmine?
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So with this demon!Jasmine, would she be possessed (maybe Jafar had something to do with it?), or originally a demon all along?
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Jasmine's been acting peculiar lately, he thinks, but he doesn't ask. He wants to tell himself that it wasn't because he was afraid to, but he was. Something about her eyes, the way they narrow when he begins to bring up the subject, makes everything inside of him jolt, his blood freeze over, an overwhelming weight settling in his stomach and he speaks no more. Instead smiling at his beautiful wife and watching the way she walks past the guards, dressed all in reds and blacks, hips swaying and her fingertips brushing along their armor as she moves, the smile on her lips indescribable, but chilling all the same.
It's odd, he thinks, how Abu refuses to come within arms length of Jasmine. One day in passing he sees Jasmine reach out to a lounging Abu, who suddenly drops his fruit and bares his teeth at her, hissing. He expected to see her jump, to move back, to ask him in her soft, melodic voice what was wrong but instead she just leans foreword, lips twisted in a smirk that reminded him much too deeply of Jafar, and hisses right back.
He's never seen Abu so terrified in his life.
He finds he wishes for Genie's return, one night after Jasmine pins him down upon their bed, damp with sweat as she slides herself on top of him, head arched back, laughing deeply with each movement, her nails leaving marks on his skin, marks that haven't quite yet healed.
Her eyes are always on him, he thinks. Even when he was alone, looking through the Sultan's impressive library for some clue, some answer, he feels her there, watching, seeing, feels an incredible strain as he lifts his hand to reach for a scroll, only to hear her voice call out to him.
Eventually, he stops looking for an answer, stops trying to ask what was wrong, eventually he gives up and smiles at her, purposely ignoring how Rajah, who used to sleep at the foot of their bed, avoids her entirely now. Ignores how the world seems to darken wherever she may step, ignores the way that her eyes, sometimes, in sides of his vision seem to blacken over. He ignores it all, standing atop their balcony at night, staring at the stars, inwardly screaming for genie's return as her long nails drag along his chest, beckoning him to their bed, where she takes him again.
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...Nooo idea how to feel about this.
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Hollllllllly crap, this was amazing. Beautifully dark, and I love that you made it from Aladdin's point of view there. This is just wonderfullll, thank you so much!
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God I hope I didn't ruin it for you with my little edits. D:
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