jasmine

@evermxre​​ said: “We’ll make this work out.”

“That isn’t exactly something I see happening.” The princess knew it took two to reach any sort of agreement, and surely she wasn’t willing to submit so easily. She hadn’t even come close to giving up. He, on the other hand...why he had nothing to lose. For it was all for his benefit at the expense of her own dreams. Of course he wished to ‘work it out’. 

went through and unfollowed people who weren’t mutuals with me! If we were mutuals already, i haven’t changed anything :) i’ve been hopping around a few of my blogs and missed jas so ima try to be on her.

If you do want to unfollow me, please softblock so i dont accidentally interact! Also I know i’ve been quiet on discord but im gonna try to be more social there, too. 

Asking her to change who she was. You are more than a crook. Part of Jessie wants to believe that the other part knows it was not true. She had tried to leave Rocket behind in exchange for a life of pursuing love but…love never pulled through. She just wasn’t built that way. Jasmine was right to try and encourage her to better herself, willing to forgive her if she changed her ways but Jessie was torn both ways but she knows in her heart that this was who she truly was. A criminal. Maybe it was not the most dignified or humble of lifestyles but she mostly failed to accomplish anything that was immensely wicked. Sometimes she even helped the “good guys” out when the path of evil no longer felt “right”.

There was something liberating about the “occupation” she led, it breathed new life within her. She had never been so free.

❛ I hope you don’t think bad of me. ❜ She slips her hand away, gazing off into the distance, anywhere but those gorgeous lit eyes of the unfortunate Princess’s unfortunate because she had agreed to dine with someone she would consider a monster by comparison. 

❛ I really and truly do like you, and you make me feel like maybe I could change and but this is who I am. Some of us are just born bad. I tried to live like you wish me to but it just…it just felt wrong. I know that doesn’t make any sense. But I- Team Rocket is my home. I never felt freedom until I felt myself blasting off into the air, I never found friends who accept me for who I am until I met James and Meowth and I don’t laugh the way I do without them, or cry as hard. Sure there are bad days, more failures than we can keep track of but the good days, our success that we will achieve together that is the thing I cherish most of all. I wouldn’t trade that for all the treasures in the world. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just hope you know that I will hold you in high regard in my heart. I just hope you can find the it in yourself to do the same for me in time.❜

Flecks of gold scattered across irises frantically looking side to side, searching for a better choice of words. Was it so wrong? Asking her to change? It shouldn’t have felt as wrong as it did once the words had left her lips but the truth of the matter was laid out. That was exactly what she was asking of Jessie; to change her being to its core. A life of lies and deceit--to the princess--wasn’t what she wanted from this life nor the future she wished for someone as wonderful and worthy of so much more. 

Throat tensed in a choke as the gloved hand fell away like sand between her fingers. And within that moment, her heart felt an ache. Dreams concocted within her own imagination crashed down into the flaming world of reality. The pain remained in her chest as she refused to let it leak onto her face. Jasmine couldn’t force her to change nor was there any middle ground to slowly tread across; not when she’s so insistent on remaining glued to the ground. 

Chin lifted from the ground and eyes that had lost their glint looked through Jessie. Fixated on a point across her forehead, refusing to look her in the eye. She believed this wasn’t giving up on her end, rather it was Jessie walking away. Swallowing the painful bitterness, Jasmine managed a heartfelt reply.

Wendy followed the older girl up the stairs, hearing the wooden floorboards of the stairs creak as she stepped upon them. Upon reaching the attic, teal irises gaze around her new surroundings as she glanced around. 

“Right,” The child nodded as she soon approached one of the boxes, “I’m supposing some of these aren’t heavy correct? I don’t want to accidentally drop anything…” 

“They shouldn’t be too heavy but if you do drop something, I don’t think they’ll be anything of value.” She sneezed as the dust from atop a box found its way to her nose, waving the small particles from her face.

❛ I have a few burkinis, maybe some will fit you. One of the ones I ordered was too small, I was going to send it back. But, if it fits you then I won’t have to. If it doesn’t fit, I’m sure we can look into getting you something. ❜

“You’d really do that for me?” Jasmine was stunned at how generous Suhad was, “I’d love to try them.” She just hoped they would fit. 

Robin rummaged through the fridge, finding the chicken cutlets she had set aside. While she took them out and put them on paper towels to dry, she washed her hands before grabbing breadcrumbs, flour and egg. Once that was set out, she put a pot of rice on and returned to the chicken set up.

While she worked on battering the chicken, she chuckled when hearing Jasmine speak up.

“You’re my guest. Just sit there and look pretty, that’s all I ask.” She giggled and winked at the other girl. “Shouldn’t be too hard for you~”

The chicken was placed in a prepared oiled pan, bubbling and spitting sounds coming deliciously as it began to fry.

Honeyed hues rolled at the comment, the corner of her lips slightly lifting at the tease. “Who am I to deny the host?” she replied in a matching tone. Jasmine knew if she dared to even glance in the way of the food, it might magically catch fire. Lifting her hands in mock surrender, she hopped onto the counter and made herself comfortable.

Jasmine took in the scene unraveling before her. The last rays of the sun that had snuck past the tree branches fluttered across the floor. The smoke rising from the stove slowly dissipated into the air around them leaving only the lingering, delicious smell.

Peter shuddered, dread settling heavy in his stomach. What Jas described was more than plausible, it was highly likely. People had tried to make a weapon out of HIM, who’s to say, failing that, that they wouldn’t try to make a weapon to REPLACE him. 

Peter was quiet for a very long time, turning this new, frightening plot over in his mind. “Jas before I can go in there I need to know more,” he started, his voice low and apologetic. “I hate to ask this of you but can you snoop? Find out what sort of security they have, where they’re keeping the patients? Things like that?”

All at once before her eyes Peter aged. His eyes darkened and face sunk, sullen with the same dread lurking behind her chest. The true reality set in; she couldn’t just brush this under a fluffy white carpet. Someone’s life was at stake and suddenly, Jasmine felt guilty for not revealing her suspicions sooner. “Yeah....I can do that.” Though her heart raced at the thought of entering the forbidden sections of the asylum, she knew he was relying on her.