Jasmine Haddad

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Not So Warm Reunions || Jasmine and Aladdin

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like-the-flower-jasmine:

  aladdin-haddad:

He had wandered around Fableton questioning many residents about Jasmine’s appearance. Aladdin had described her hair, her angelic face, her stature. Only a few people knew who he was describing and they offered him relief as one of them led him to the Agrabah Antiques. Of course, why wouldn’t she have been there? Aladdin thanked the elderly woman and put a warm hand on her shoulder as he said goodbye.

It didn’t take long for him to rush the door, but he hesitated momentarily. Pressing his lips together thinly, Aladdin finally made his way through the door, the little bell chiming behind him as he strolled in. “Jasmine?” He called out, eyes darting around the shop. He eventually spotted her curled up in a chair and he breathed in relief, again. Pacing over to her, a bright wide smile filled his face. “I’ve finally found you!” He exclaimed, quite excited.

Her eyebrows shot up at the voice. It was the kind, so warm and dear, that even if the whole world fell apart entirely, she’d know it. Without thinking, she threw herself at the voice, wrapping her arms tightly around him and taking in a deep breath. Slowly, she peeled herself back to gaze upon the face she feared she’d never see again.

But, as her eyes focused through the gloom, she realised it wasn’t that face at all. She furrowed her eyebrows, her nose wrinkling as she stared at the unfamiliar man. “Who are you?”

[like-the-flower-jasmine]

Not So Warm Reunions || Jasmine and Aladdin

Jasmine curled on a chair in her shop. The door was unlocked, but she’d hardly made an effort make it to look like it was open. The mirror had become somewhat an obsession over the months and she spent more time than was healthy pouring over its misty glass. Her hands, once soft and delicate, were scored with lines, both fresh and old that the mirror had demanded when she needed it.

She flicked an unwelcome glance at the door as it peeled open, bringing a stream of fresh light that burned her eyes. She quickly tucked the glass between the cushions of her chair. “What is it?” She called through the darkness.

@aladdin-haddad

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nightmaarejack:

“What is it that you’re worried about?”

“That everything I’ve believed my whole life is wrong.”

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thefallencalciferstar:

Calcifer tilted their head to the side, giving the woman their complete attention. “Doubts about… What exactly?” They asked slowly, trying to make sense but not entirely sure whether the questions were even to them or the woman was just wondering out loud. Either way, it was certainly an interesting conversation. And it is prolonging them from grading tests so it was a rather unique distraction. 

She sighed. It was hard to admit to a total stranger. But then again, she hardly had anyone left to talk to. It was better to let it out than let it eat her from the inside. “About what to believe,” she said, after a short while. “About God.”

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nightmaarejack:

“I don’t know that the evidence supports that either.” He shrugged. Jack approached it like everything else, as a purely scientific question. He wasn’t deeply invested in the answer. “A creator could just as easily be wicked. Or neutral. It may not even exist anymore. But,” he added, “If you’re asking those questions for yourself, it hardly matters what I think.”

She frowned and raised a shoulder. “I don’t know. I just want to make sure one of the things I’m worried about isn’t ridiculous. Sometimes asking other people is the best way to find out.”

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lyricalseaprincess:

Arista shrugged. “I don’t know, never gave it much thought. Seems equally likely there is a higher power and there isn’t.” She had meet a lot of wicked people that had been unpunished and good ones unrewarded. “I just try to be a good person and have a little faith it’ll come back to me in the end.”

“I suppose that’s a good way to think about it,” she agreed. Perhaps that was it: she hadn’t given it enough time to come back around. But still something in her chest felt uneasy.

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djaqofalltrades:

Djaq nodded, sighing softly as she understand exactly where the woman was coming from.  “Long before I came to this world, I worked as a medical aid on the front lines of the war of the Holy Land,” she began to explain, unsure if the woman would even know what she was talking about but continuing anyways.  “I saw my people, and many others, killed and seriously injured.  I watched my father and brother slaughtered by the people invading my land and was sent away as a slave.  I had a choice as I was brought to the land of the people that had killed my family.

“I could either let that anger and heartbreak rip me from the faith I had held onto my entire life, or I could let my faith guide me through that anger and heartbreak to something healthier.  I could believe that while, yes, losing my family was devastating, they were now in a better place, and that Allah still watched over me.  I could believe that everything I had been through and would be through was His plan for me, and that I should continue to be strong and trust in Him,” she finished, offering a small smile.  “Maybe he is not as good as you believed, but maybe there is a lesson to be learned from what you witnessed.  Maybe you are meant to find some clarity from this.”

She listened intently to the woman’s story, her eyebrows pressed as she thought silently for a while, even after she’d finished speaking. She could see very well where she was coming from, it made sense in some measure. She let out a torn sigh. “I just don’t think mine are in a better place yet. But,” she blinked downward, “I guess maybe Allah isn’t there any more. If we found a way to leave, maybe so did He.”

[theaveragedemigod]

“Any chance you’ve seen my lovely wife?  I’m not panicking or anything, but I’d like to get eyes on and confirm she’s okay.  If you know either of us and our history, you totally get it and I don’t seem like a controlling jackass.  Which I’m not.  Either thing.  Probably.”

[like-the-flower-jasmine]

Jasmine overheard the man speaking. The mirror had been both a cause for anxiety and an unsettling comfort, so much that she kept it on her, in case anything were to change. She wondered if it might help him in ways it hadn’t helped her.

She looked at him, hesitating nervously for a moment, before stepping forward. “I haven’t. But,” she gripped the handle in her pocket, “I might have a way for you to see her, if you need it.”

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djaqofalltrades:

“Many people lose faith over the course of their lives.  I hope you don’t feel guilty for questioning things.  It is human, after all,” she assured her.  Truthfully, if she hadn’t clung tightly to her faith after losing her father and brother, she easily could have lost it completely.  “What caused you to become uncertain?”

She gripped her hand around the hem of her cardigan. “I saw some terrible things happening to people I care about. I’m not sure what to believe. I just don’t know if I can believe he’s as good as he’s supposed to be.”

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nightmaarejack:

“There is no empirical evidence for it, but I have seen a good number of unexplainable things. I wouldn’t rely on it, nor would I entirely rule it out.”

She listened and nodded softly, turning to the man beside her with her eyebrows raised hopefully. “And,” she continued, forming a thin smile on her lips, “if there was one, would you think they were good?”

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lyricalseaprincess:

Arista looked at the young woman a moment, pondering her thoughts on that topic. “As in God, God…” The human God she had heard people talk about and read about. “Or God as in the Gods.” Her father was been part God after all. “I believe there is something out there.”

“Like,” she hummed, “The thing that watches over us and looks after our souls. Punishes the wicked and rewards the good and the faithful.” She moved to meet the woman’s eye, clinging on to some kind of optimism that not all was wrong. “What makes you?”

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magna-malevoncia:

He made it a practice to walk around outside, preferably when the sun was high and there were other people out to see him.  The unfortunate reality to that was, on occasion, he had to speak to them.  He wasn’t sure if it was something he enjoyed or not.  It probably depending on the day and the attractiveness or intelligence of the company.  “No,” he said, simple and concise.  “If you’re asking, you must not be as convicted as I am.” 

She pinched her lips to one side and led a brief glance to the man beside her. “He’s testing me. That’s for sure,” she mused. That’s what people said, she’d been led to believe, when you found out everything you believed about your religion was wrong.

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thefallencalciferstar:

“Not one bit” Calcifer retorted, not acknowledging that their words could come out harsh. But it was the truth, and sometimes the truth can’t come out all happy or pleasing. “Weird question to ask someone though” They glanced over at the woman, raising an eyebrow, “And a little bit personal.” 

The question didn’t bother them, more or less made them mused on the possibilities as to why someone would even ask. 

She blinked over to the person beside her at the frank declaration and curiously prompted, “Why?” She let her fingers knit together in her lap. It was a heavy thing to confess to a stranger, but some part of her wondered if it would remove the heavy weight from her heart. “I’m having some...” A frown briefly pressed itself to her eyebrows. “Doubts? I’ve always believed. But some things are just too horrible.” She spoke, though at this point she wasn’t quite sure if it was to them or to herself.

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djaqofalltrades:

Djaq had observed the woman with curiosity before deciding to walk over to her, only to be asked a question she certainly hadn’t been expecting.  “Yes, but where I came from, we called Him Allah…  Why do you ask?”

“Well called his Allah too,” she mused quietly, lowering her head to meet the woman’s gaze. “I’m - I’ve always believed and then...” She sighed. “The I found something that made me a little unsure.”

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Jasmine had spent what felt like weeks indoors, addling over the mirror, casting up even the most tenuous connections and watching their fates. She hadn’t tried to look for her father or even her husband yet. Though she was desperate, she was equally as fearful for what she would find.

She blinked up in the daylight that almost seared her eyes and sighed, feeling a presence beside her. “Do you believe in God?” She hummed, hardly thinking on what she’d said before it slipped from her mouth.

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the-oogie-boogie-man:

Oogie smiled as he sat back in his chair clearly worn by the magic. “It will do exactly as it is supposed to do. You have my personal guarantee.” He assured her. He wasn’t lying after all, it was just that she believed it to something else.

Her fingers gripped tightly around the mirror in her pocket and she smiled. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

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the-oogie-boogie-man:

“Great,” Pierce smiled and pulled out a black candle and a mirror. He started by pricking his finger on a needle and using the blood to draw the right markings on the mirror. Next he lit the candle and held the mirror up to the dark flame that appeared to set the marking on fire before vanishing into the silver of the glass. Pierce began to mumbled to himself as the room shook and darken around them before handing the mirror over to her and sitting back in his chair clearly exhausted. On the wooden handle of the mirror was a sharp shard of wood sticking out, the mirror itself was oval shaped and unimpressive. Though the image reflected in the glass would never feel right, but the uneasiness couldn’t be named.

“Just prick your finger every time you wish to see your homeland or loved one, but be sure to think of them.” He told her as he got up and walked behind her. “As for the payment, blow out the candle and it’ll handle the exchange.”

Of course every time she would use the mirror it wouldn’t actually show her what she wanted, but what she feared. He had no power to give her an actual window to her homeland, but he could make her think that he did.

Jasmine had never seen magic like this before. Jafar had had his staff and his tricks and his odd little ways. But this... This was something else. It sent the nerves in her hand twitching. It made her heart settle oddly in her chest. Perhaps that meant if was working, that is was real. Not dirty old parlour tricks and manipulative thoughts. 

There was an eagerness inside of her that told her to use it straight away, as her eyes ran over the unassuming surface of the thing and inspected the point. Though she managed to hold herself back, carefully tucking the piece into the lining of her coat. Some things were best done in the privacy of ones own home.

She offered a short, thankful smile and leaned into the light, lips poised. She couldn’t quite pick which one she was most willing to lose, but by the time the light was out, it was gone anyway. She wondered if it mattered that much. After all, she couldn’t remember it.

Jasmine raised her head. “And that’s it? What if it doesn’t work?”