Once Upon a Dream

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Snakesandspells - An independent roleplay blog for the Descendants of Jafar

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✯  10+ Years RP experience

✯  Blog features Jay and Jam, the twin Descendants of Jafar

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Snakesandspells - An independent roleplay blog for the Descendants of Jafar

✯ Private/mutuals only

✯  10+ Years RP experience

✯  Blog features Jay and Jam, the twin Descendants of Jafar

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Snakesandspells - An independent roleplay blog for the Descendants of Jafar

✯ Private/mutuals only

✯  10+ Years RP experience

✯  Blog features Jay and Jam, the twin Descendants of Jafar

A cool breeze blows through the halls of the palace as Jam slinks along, leading Evie through the palace. A soft sound escapes her as she shakes her head, “You poor thing,” she says, half full of sarcasm, half genuine. “You bruised his ego more than anything, you know. But you’ll relax around here before long.”

She leads Evie into a vast room, splashes of red, blue, and gold material adorning the stone walls, a warm fire crackling away in a large fireplace, “I mean, I imagine it sucks right now in your head. Your mother sold you to the king as a war prize and is probably off living some incredible life now, while you’re stuck here with a king you don’t even know and being used as you are. Don’t worry. It’s not all bad here. And my brother really isn’t that terrible.”

As she speaks, Jam fills a large claw-footed tub with steaming water, her eyes glowing as her magic fills it. Sweet smelling bubbles start to join the water and Jam motions to it, Evie’s chains disappearing as she does so, “Go on. I know your skin must be crawling.”

Evie did her best to keep her arms wrapped around her as the woman spoke and she stepped into the room, looking around. It was not like anything she had ever seen before. It reminded her of the king himself and she felt her stomach drop. Did her face show the pain that she felt inside – the way her stomach dropped? Now that she was away from the king, she found herself exhausted. She was drained and just wanted to vanish from the world.

“It is easy to say from the outside,” she whispered softly as she moved to the tub and rubbing her wrists before she stepped into the tub. The woman was correct, her skin was crawling in ways that she had never thought possible. She wanted to scrub her skin completely clean until she had a completely new layer than what the king had touched. Arms remained wrapped around her as she sank into the water. 

The princess could understand where Evie was coming from, though. She was probably hurt and confused and had gone through a lot in one day, “I’m sorry that you are hurting right now,” Jam says, sitting down on the edge of the tub for a moment. “You’re just innocent in all of this, really. You didn’t ask for any of this. But you might as well make the most of a shitty situation. You’re living in a palace, and you’ll be taken care of. And my brother really isn’t the worst person in the world. Just give it some time, you’ll adjust to all of this.”

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

I will be online whenever i want to. I will reply whenever i want to. I will reply to whoever i want to. I will reply in the order i want to. I will write whatever topic i want to. I will ask for as many threads & plots i want to. I will drop things whenever i want to. I will create/take down as many muses as i want to. I will refuse to write/plot with whoever i want to.

A bit more NSFW than the last one. Add ’ +’ to reverse.

Dark eyes flutter shut and Jam finds herself leaning into Jace’s touch almost instinctively. She doesn’t mean to do it, but she does it before she can stop herself. Her cheeks burn slightly as she realizes she’s doing it. It had been a while since she’d had any kind of touch, being locked up in that horrible room, an experience she never wanted to relive. And yet she found herself feeling as though she was going from one form of hell to another, “No,” she says softly with a shake of her head. “Tell him I’m going to get some rest. It’s not a lie, really. And tell him to go see Sol. He deserves to get out a little and stretch his legs after being locked up in that room with me. I’m pretty sure he’d much rather go see Sol than worry about his little sister some more.”

Part of Jam still couldn’t understand why Jace was still being so nice to her. He’d gotten what he wanted from her. Agrabah was free. Her inner voice was telling her that this was all too good to be true. That Jace would dump her the first chance he got. But so far she hadn’t been given any indication that that was the case. A yawn escapes her as she settles once Jace adjusts her blanket, her head going to her pillow. Once again, she feels that strange sensation in her stomach as she watches him, as though something is moving beneath her skin, just waiting to be let out.

“Are you sure?” Jace asked gently. The one thing he had learned about Jam was she often put everyone else above her. If she truly wanted Jay there, she wouldn’t say anything – she would tell Jace to do the exact same thing. He could respect it, but she was still his sister and his responsibility. “Get some rest. I’ll bring you some tea and some food.” The guard stood up and pressed a kiss to his sister’s forehead out of instinct before he left the room, leaving the door open a crack in case she needed him. 

Jay, meanwhile, had remained settled on the couch, taking interest in Jace’s dogs, rubbing one of the large one’s bellies. He had expected Jam to tell him to go do something, to start to move on with his life, even though something was clearly wrong with her, “You’re telling me,” Jay says softly. “I was the one who spent the week in that horrible room with her. Talk about crushing someone’s spirit.” He gives Jace a concerned look, “She is going to be okay, though, right? I mean, she’s never had a problem healing herself before, even if it took some time.”