17 || Accidental Video/Action, OTA
[The Princess has had a rollercoaster of the past few weeks.
Injured in the pirate raid, though, thanks to Brooklyn, she stayed alive until sunrise, when the pirates vanished. Unfortunately, she was stuck on the roof all day (Brooklyn had turned to stone blocking the roof doorway from the pirates, and Jasmine had lost her voice screaming the night before), but she had a fairly pleasant evening with him. A few road bumps, but he didn't seem too off-put by her and her secrecy. It almost made her... happy. Contented at the very least.
Running into Axel, however, put that event on the backburner of her mind, and reawakened a slew of unpleasant emotions and memories... and a horrid reminder that her future was doomed. The worst memory was of Meg; she didn't take to well to the truth of how she was brought back from the dead. Jasmine hadn't expected her to be happy about it, but the memory of their reunion was bitter and top-full of hurt on both sides, to the point where Jasmine was starting to feel doubts about whether it was a good idea.
After all, she had "sold" herself, her future, and her kingdom to Hades. Sure, he had left on urgent business in the Underworld, but that only left an anxiety; when would he return? When would he demand the wedding?
How in the world was she going to break the news to Axel?
...To Aladdin...?
Finally, after holding the anxiety, remorse, and unrest in for weeks, she couldn't take it anymore. She had been walking back from the library, but the hurricane of turmoil hit her like a bag of bricks out of the blue; she bolted towards her new suite inside Hoover, not noticing that neither her front door or her bedroom door completely closed behind her. Jasmine grabbed a scarf off her desk -her favorite one, as it still smelt like her room in the Palace after all this time- curled up on her bed, and began to sob, loudly at first, and as the minutes progressed, it grew to a hushed cry.
So plighted by her sorrows, she hardly noticed that when she snatched up her scarf, her communicator fell to the floor, accidentally broadcasting her lament.]
I-I am so sorry... I am s-so sorry... I am so sorry...
[Barely a whsiper:] I am sorry...Aladdin...
Injured in the pirate raid, though, thanks to Brooklyn, she stayed alive until sunrise, when the pirates vanished. Unfortunately, she was stuck on the roof all day (Brooklyn had turned to stone blocking the roof doorway from the pirates, and Jasmine had lost her voice screaming the night before), but she had a fairly pleasant evening with him. A few road bumps, but he didn't seem too off-put by her and her secrecy. It almost made her... happy. Contented at the very least.
Running into Axel, however, put that event on the backburner of her mind, and reawakened a slew of unpleasant emotions and memories... and a horrid reminder that her future was doomed. The worst memory was of Meg; she didn't take to well to the truth of how she was brought back from the dead. Jasmine hadn't expected her to be happy about it, but the memory of their reunion was bitter and top-full of hurt on both sides, to the point where Jasmine was starting to feel doubts about whether it was a good idea.
After all, she had "sold" herself, her future, and her kingdom to Hades. Sure, he had left on urgent business in the Underworld, but that only left an anxiety; when would he return? When would he demand the wedding?
How in the world was she going to break the news to Axel?
...To Aladdin...?
Finally, after holding the anxiety, remorse, and unrest in for weeks, she couldn't take it anymore. She had been walking back from the library, but the hurricane of turmoil hit her like a bag of bricks out of the blue; she bolted towards her new suite inside Hoover, not noticing that neither her front door or her bedroom door completely closed behind her. Jasmine grabbed a scarf off her desk -her favorite one, as it still smelt like her room in the Palace after all this time- curled up on her bed, and began to sob, loudly at first, and as the minutes progressed, it grew to a hushed cry.
So plighted by her sorrows, she hardly noticed that when she snatched up her scarf, her communicator fell to the floor, accidentally broadcasting her lament.]
I-I am so sorry... I am s-so sorry... I am so sorry...
[Barely a whsiper:] I am sorry...Aladdin...