out of the bottle

It  was  amazing  how  easy  she  was  to  work  up  and  Jordan  hadn't  even  meant  to,    but  something  about  her  immediate  apology  made  Jordan  think  the  other  was  used  to  hearing  that  things  were  her  fault.  "Jordan,"  She  introduced  herself,  holding  out  a  hand  and  giving  a  crooked  smile.  "I'm  the  genie's  daughter."  Might  as  well  make  sure  that  the  other  knew  straight  off  the  bat  just  what  she  was  dealing  with.

Typical.  It  seemed  like  every  Isle  kid  she  met  lost  their  mind  over  chocolate,  but  Jordan  couldn't  blame  them  for  that  considering  how  even  Auradon  royalty  loved  it.  "Sounds  like  you're  a  fan  of  food  that  sticks  with  you."  Hearty  food  that  kept  you  full,  did  Alice  even  realize  that?  "Good  answer.  How  are  you  with  spicy  food?"  Probably  not  good,  if  she  had  to  take  a  guess  and  Jordan  would  make  sure  she  had  something  mild  on  her  plate  -  or  as  mild  as  the  restaurant  offered.

"it's  a  flatbread. Don't  worry,  i'll  give  you  the  run  down  on  what  i  order. Might  even  let  you  sample,"  jordan  offered  casually  as  she  gestured  for  alice  to  follow  after  her. "what's  your  favorite  thing  you've  tried  since  moving  here?"  jordan  didn't  think  it  took  anything  complicated  to  impress  someone  that  never  had  fresh  food  before  and  she  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  it  took  a  while  for  their  stomachs  to  adjust  to  some  of  the  richer  meals.

 Grinning  smugly  like  a  cat  who'd  caught  her  mouse,  jordan  tipped  her  head  to  one  side  as  she  considered  the  other. "two  blocks  over,  there's  a  restaurant  that  makes  excellent  naan  and  i'm  in  the  mood  for  a  cup  of  tea. What  do  you  say  that  i  treat  you  to  a  meal  and  you  treat  me  to  a  few  answers,  if  you're  in  such  a  giving  mood?"

is it not that you enjoy feeling different, is it that you simply Are? how long have you been wanting to run away? even if you have 20 posters hanging on your bedroom walls, when you pull one of them back there's a secret tunnel and in the corner of your closet there's a packed bag. you're being blamed for "running away" from yourself, but they don't get that you want to run Towards yourself. you discovered some secrets a long time ago but you don't really see the point sharing them with anyone but yourself. this could've come from an eternal conviction of who you are, or it comes from having absolutely no idea. that's the thing. you don't really want to define any of it, you want to experience it, explore it, and then travel to the new cluster of feelings. as much as you can, as gently as you can. you're a collector of memories and emotions. you understand that you can be your only certainty in life. but maybe you're not quite there yet, maybe you're frustrated and stuck. maybe you're angry, years and years of people depending on you while you could barely turn to anyone. you need to be where you are free. i hope you understand that doesn't mean you Have to be alone. in the end it's all about finding our people isn't it? i'm confident you'll find yours. those who'll love you when you're right in front of them but also when you're far away. those who'll respect your independence just as you respect theirs. there's a magnificent middle ground between two such souls that you could explore as much as your heart desires. you're doing well, keep going, let us know what you find.

"haven't  read  a  newspaper,  have  you?"  grinning,  jordan  remembered  when  mal  and  the  others  had  first  shown  up  in  school  and  how  much  attention  they'd  gotten. While  it  wasn't  like  that  anymore,  there  was  still  a  paper  that  did  regular  write  ups  on  some  of  the  isle  kids,  but  who  knew  how  much  of  that  information  was  true. "might  want  to  be  careful,  then. I'm  not  trying  to  accuse  you  of  anything,  but  let's  say  people  are  curious  about  you. Maybe  me  included."

"seems  to  me  like  you're  making  quite  a  splash  here  in  auradon."  while  jordan  no  longer  worked  as  an  interviewer,  she  liked  to  think  she  was  still  gifted  at  hearing  about  things  and,  more  importantly,  getting  people  to  talk. "tell  me  something  -  are  you  just  curious,  or  are  you  looking  for  a  way  to  get  tossed  back  on  that  isle  of  yours?"

"you're  not  afraid  of  me,  are  you?  worried  that  associating  with  me  will  cast  you  into  hellfire  or  anything  like  that?"  jordan  asked,  trying  to  keep  the  amusement  out  of  her  voice  and  failing,  a  ripple  of  laughter  undercutting  her  words. "just  do  me  a  favor  and  don't  try  to  do  an  exorcism  or  whatever  it  is  you  do  with  supernatural  creatures."

 “you  know  what  i  think  we  need,  babe?  a  vacation. Not  a  long  one  because  you  know  this  place  would  fall  apart  without  us,  but  a  weekend  trip  to  a  hotel  where  we  use  fake  names  and  buy  overpriced  gifts  for  people. Maybe  then  they’d  appreciate  us  and  realize  that  we  do  things  royal  princes  can’t  even  dream  of. Champagne  in  a  jacuzzi  sounds  nice,  right?”

INDEPENDENT JORDAN DJINN, AS BOTTLED BY ELLE.

long nights full of yearning and fantasies... intimate secrets you'd be embarrassed to say out loud... passionately reuniting once again... you want a love that is desperate and passionate, you want someone that will make you feel like you’re living a romance novel. you want to feel the fire burning in your chest when you see them. you want every touch to feel like fireworks, and to discover something new about them every day. while this addicting fire can be fun to chase, try not to drop every lover once the flame seems to have died down. sometimes the most intense burn comes from the fire you continue to kindle, and it is worth it to settle in front of a hearth.