#pirate!muse

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The Benbow looked just as it had the last time Jasmine had seen it, the night she'd shown up on it's doorstep, going into labor and panicking enough for both she AND Sarah. It had been a traumatic night, full of pain and screaming and crying and exhaustion but if there was ever a sight she'd never forget it was the look on Sarah's face when she'd seen her granddaughter for the first time; when she'd held her in her arms and asked Jasmine for a name for her.

Years had passed, years of infrequent visits and quiet questions about Jim; years of motherly prodding to tell the man he was a father that had all gone unheeded, and here she was.

"Mommy can I get down?" Amira's voice brought Jasmine half out of her thoughts, and she offered an answer that was stiffened by the fact that they were here to see Jim.

"In a minute, baby..." But to her surprise it wasn't Jim that answered the door--perhaps it WAS still a bit early for him to be out of bed--but Sarah whose blue eyes widened when she saw whom had come to call.

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Grieving || Drabble

He found her in the nursery, collapsed in a silhouette of quiet sobbing in the rocking chair that they'd bought when they'd first found out that she was pregnant. They'd told themselves that they would do it right this time, that things were going to be different and they were going to be a family; but they hadn't counted on this. Not once had they expected that their baby boy would have to fight for his life, but after three years of happy health, that was just what he'd had to do and now, little more than a year of hospital visits, good days and bad days later, he'd lost his fight.

The nursery was still stocked with everything their son had left in his wake. Boxes of hand-me-downs in the closet, toys strewn about, his bed with the railing that Jim had needed to build after the boy had fallen out of bed in his sleep three times in a week.

Pushing off of the door frame, Jim paced to stand in front of her, not noticing the presence of their eight year old daughter as she peeked at them from the hallway for a moment before Sarah picked her up and took her to put her to bed. He crouched before his wife, hands on her legs as he offered her the softest words of comfort he could have, words that drew ghostly brown eyes to survey him in silence before she shook her head.

❝ It's not your fault Jas... ❞ She pushed his hands away and made to stand, skirting the rocking chair to try and leave the way she did every time he tried to console her, but he didn't let her this time.

❝ Stop. STOP! ❞ Calloused fingers caught her wrist and pulled her back before she tried to wrench away, voice raising as she demanded he let her go. He didn't and when she fought he took to opportunity to latch his hold around both of her arms, holding her straight in front of him and forcing her to look at him.

❝ Jasmine, It is NOT your fault! There is NOTHING you could have done that would have changed ANYTHING! ❞ As tears streaked down her cheeks, her lips trembled and he brought her against him in a firm hug. It wasn't fair, they both knew that but life tended not to be; the important thing was that she wasn't alone, he wouldn't LET her be alone in this. Not this time.

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          ❛  ——— are you getting  splinter-blisters  yet?  (  he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to swab the deck. one spot of dirt, and orders were to  clean it all.  he would’ve sulked and stormed out, but the only way home was to… well. drift off into space. no thanks.

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Jasmine sat on the railing slippered feet dangling above the deck he'd worked so hard to clean as she watched him do it. At first she'd offered to help but Silver had been made quite clear that this was HIS job, not hers and so she--like Morph--was set to watching him under the passing glances of the rest of the crew.

She was an odd sight among the rest of the aliens, a petite, bronze skinned, dark haired woman with tattoos that ran up the length of both arms from her fingertips to shoulders; and yet she seemed to fit in amongst them quite easily. Nimble and fast, she did her job both efficiently and well--an ironic thought if you knew what she'd come from; but that was privaledged information that not even Silver had access to.

"You're doing it wrong..." Was the first thing she said to him in nearly an hour and only the second thing that she'd ever said to him, the first being a surprisingly polite 'hello'.

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“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

Jasmine groaned as the baby's screams drew her from her slumber before quickly being accompanied by Amira's shouts of "MOMMA!!!!". Jim's words were a grumble into his pillow, his blue eyes not even opening to watch her silhouette crawl from the warmth of their bed and stumble in the darkness to the door that led to the hall. On her way out, she grabbed his jacket, pulling it on over her nightgown before vanishing in the direction of their son's room.

The ten month old had already dragged his little body to standing by the time she made it to the doorway, wailing and crying with a ferocity he hadn't had since he'd started sleeping through the night. Flicking on the light, she crossed the room to lift him from his crib and into her arms and his six year old sister appeared in the doorway.

"Mommy, I had a bad dream..." Jasmine's answer was gentle as she smiled at her daughter, bouncing the babe in her arms to calm him down.

"Go crawl in bed with Daddy" With a nod the girl darted away and the princess was left alone to return her attentions to her son whom had already started to quiet down. Jim wouldn't appreciate it when Amira told him that Mommy had been the one that told her to wake him, but at the moment his irritation was the least of her worries.

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Some little part of me thinks that Leland would actually LIKE Jasmine, after he treats her like some demure little girl and she kicks the crap out of him. Like he would be impressed with Jim’s choice in girlfriends/fiancees.

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Soft ebony locks shifted in a curtain over Jasmine's shoulders as her gaze rose from the tattoo she was laying on her arm to the crewman whom had decided to interrupt her. The sly grin on his lips told her that he either had an idea of what her answer might have been or he was simply trying to make her uncomfortable; neither of which she reacted to immediately.

Soft brown hues watched him for a moment before she turned back to the task--quite literally--at hand; electing not to give him what he was seeking. Truthfully only one answer came to her mind when she asked herself the very question this man posed to her with the eagerness for gossip of a girl half HER age, and that answer was the boy with whom she spent the most time with.

When Jasmine had first met James Plaedes Hawkins, first mate and youngest member of the ship before she came aboard--though he was only about a month older--she had threatened him with a knife to his throat. Not because she'd wanted to kill him of course but because she'd not wanted to be caught by the regement chasing after her. They had parted ways not expecting to meet again but it seemed fate had it's own plans.

Not only had they met again but they'd even become friends--after realizing they had quite a bit in common--and now she was sickeningly sure that thosed calloused fingers were cinching around her heart and there was nothing she could do to fight it.

{Nothing she wanted to do to fight it}

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scarredhonor

"No..." Lips pressing together she sat down, turning away from him as tapered fingers trailed the mehndi stains that decorated her arms. "It's what my ladies in waiting told me after I was captured. They assumed that the person I love is dead..."

                                                           But he wasn't.

The truth was so much worse, he simply wasn't there.

He probably didn't even need her anymore; and that hurt more than even if he were dead,

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Headcanon: Sarah Hawkins

Sarah Hawkins was the first real "mother" figure that Jasmine ever had and she was absolutely terrified of what the woman would think of her when she first met her--so much so that she almost begged Jim to reconsider the trip to see her. Her anxiety, however, was almost instantly waylaid when the woman hugged her upon introduction. They became very close rather quickly--much to Jim's delight and, at times, dismay--and they would talk for hours while Jas helped out around the Inn. After their first meeting, Jim took Jasmine to his room to unpack what little belongings they had and the pirate princess promptly sat down on the bed and cried. Partly out of relief, and partly because for the first time in a very long time, she genuinely missed having a mother.