her gaze and interest remained on the doe for a while, petting the deer with a smile on her face. however, a loud noise startled the animal and aurora looked away as it fled, turning to the direction the sound had come from.

it had sounded like a stick breaking, which suggested someone or something was the she stared into the grass, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was. 

“is someone there? don’t be afraid.” 

fxturekxng·:

“Well, yeah. I mean there’s barely any rocks around here so of course it’s gonna be different.“ the cub answered as he ran behind the tiger occasionally batting at his tail as he passed while feeling rather oblivious to Scar’s defensive position. Rajah wouldn’t hurt a fly if he knew one, at least in Simba’s mind anyway. 

“You gotta see my kingdom in the Pridelands, Jas. It’s gotta be the biggest one in the whole world cause my Dad says that everything the light touches is gonna be all mine.” There’s a smirk on the youngster’s maw as he spoke. “There are all kinds of animals too, like birds, elephants, zebras, impala, even hippos. We should all fly on Carpet to see it sometime. It’s great! Plus I can introduce you to my Mom, Dad, Zazu and the rest of the pride if we can get there. Maybe your Baba can come too.” 

The cub continued to trot on ahead giving his Uncle a smile. “Right Uncle Scar? Isn’t the Pridelands great? It’s the best place to live. Maybe Jasmine could even build a palace there too so the whole pride could live there. Wouldn’t that be great?” 

@finestprize·

Jasmine nonchalantly leaned against Raja’s side, not noticing that Scar was slightly off-put by his presence. “Your kingdom?” she repeated Simba’s words with a raised brow. What an odd line of ruling! She was under the impression that it was the King’s son who would take over–not his nephew. 

Perhaps the line to the throne went straight to Simba because Scar didn’t have any cubs of his own–yes, that makes sense. “It sounds like a wonderful place, Simba. One day we’ll definitely all visit it together,” she replied with a smile. How exactly she’d convince her father that such a trip was necessary would be a problem for later; she really did want to see their home again. 

“A palace in the Pridelands?” she asked with a laugh, what a thought! “What do you think, Scar? Should we build one there?” she teased with a grin.

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            SCAR   GAVE   A   FALSE   SMILE ,   ANOTHER   SLY   CHUCKLE   ESCAPING   FROM   HIS   LIPS .   he   raised   his   paw   to   be   even   with   his   head ,   extending   his   claws   in   a   manner   that   showed   approval   for   such   an   idea .   though   this   approval   would   be   nothing   short   of   dishonest ,   the   lion   decided   that   it   would   be   best   to   humor   the   princess   and   his   nephew .   after   all ,   a   palace   in   the   pridelands ?   that   could   POSSIBLY   blow   his   cover .

           ❛   oh ,   OF   COURSE   it   does ,   princess .   it   would   be   absolutely   WONDERFUL   to   see   such   an   amazing   structure   at   home .   what   would   be   INSIDE   this   palace ,   simba ? ❜   scar   reluctantly   wrapped   his   large   paw   around   simba’s   frame ,   gazing   at   the   princess   as   if   he   was   humoring   the   cub .

At first, Jasmine figured he wanted to stop the discussion. I mean, he’s laying down away from me…and he’s not saying anything. She took his action personally and just as she was about to storm off, the lion turned to face her. There you go again, Jasmine, making rash assumptions. As often as she told herself to just wait and not be hasty, the princess knew there was a small chance she would change anytime soon.

She took a seat on the ground as he began talking, crossing her legs over one another. “That’s nothing to feel bad about,” she said softly, “Just because someone’s been gone for a long time, it doesn’t mean you should miss them any less.” Jasmine hoped she was saying the right things to comfort Scar. I may have never been close to any of my parents…but I do know what it’s like to miss someone. 

            HE   SLOWLY   CLOSED   HIS   EYES ,   OBSERVING   AS   JASMINE   KINDLY   SPOKE   TO   HIM .   he   was   perfectly   aware   of   everything   that   she   was   saying ,   but   he   felt   a   PANG   of   worry   in   his   heart .   weakness   was   not   something   that   scar   was   ready   to   show   to   her ,   so   this   whole   situation   felt   so   FOREIGN   and ,   quite   frankly ,   scary   to   the   slender    beast .   he   stared   blankly   at   the   princess   before   he   began   to   speak .

The lioness fought the urge to shudder at his proximity. 

Mufasa would never have let the Pridelands fall like this.

The ruin of her precious home and the tyranny Scar had brought- and was guaranteed to continue to bring upon all whom she brought dear and more- was made all the more tangible as his noxious voice slipped those taunting words toward her ears.

At any cost, she wanted to avoid answering his question. The former Queen feared that if she said she did want to know, which she did not, Scar would deduct that his threat was not enough, and he would exact more cruel means to break her. And if she said she did not want to know, he would find painful ways to tell her anyways.

So instead, Sarabi looked over her shoulder and mustered a truly malicious expression. With every ounce of her sorrow and fury, she spat, 

“you are not my King.”

            HIS   EYES   GLINTED   FAINTLY   WITH   IRRITATION .   scar   knew   sarabi’s   feelings   towards   him   and   how   she   resented   his   place   on   the   throne ,   but   scar   didn’t   care .    she   was   supposed   to   RESPECT   him   and   his   place   on   the   throne .   and   the   fact   that   she   didn’t ?   well ,   it   was   INFURIATING   to   say   the   least.

so i’m gonna try to keep this as short as possible, but here it is. kay’s views on the “live action” remake. tw for cussing 

The aloof bile in his voice raised her hackles, and she simply shut her eyes and sucked in a sharp, silent breath.

Part of her wanted to think his words were a bluff to lure submission from her, yet she wondered how much of what he said was true. Nevertheless, she would not play his game. For as long as she could manage, at least.

So, Sarabi remained wordless, her eyes opening again and a churning storm of emotion building in her gut, fiery gaze flashing with a plethora of unspoken sentiments. She would not allow him to bring out the worst in her. 

            ANOTHER   CHUCKLE   ESCAPED   THE   LION’S   LIPS .   he   approached   the   lioness   silently ,   padding   behind   her   body   to   where   his   lips   were   INCHES   away   from   her   ear .   an    exhale   escaped   his   lips   as   he   did   so ,   but   he   knew   the   lioness   dare   not   hesitate .   scar   knew   sarabi   wouldn’t   allow   herself   to   show   her   fear   towards   him ,   even   though   the   maned   beast   knew   she   had   some   trepidation   towards   his   power .

Jasmine waited for his words, hanging off every syllable. His mother? She would’ve never guessed that it was the thought of his parent that haunted him. Jasmine, herself, hadn’t ever been too attached to her father to ever think thoughts of him would haunt her. 

Even if she couldn’t understand his pain, the princess would try her best to help Scar. Jasmine stood and walked around to his side. He still wasn’t facing her but at least now they were closer. “What about her?” she tried to get him to continue talking. A hand, once again, reached out to pet the lion’s mane. Perhaps he’d be more willing to talk this way: with Jasmine not directly looking at him but still physically showing her support.

            HE   FELT   HIS   BODY   FALL ,   SLOWLY   LAYING   HIS   FRAME   AS   PEACEFULLY   AS   HE   COULD   TO   THE   COOL   GROUND .   his   eyes   flickered ,   GREEN   HUES   flashing   in   the   light .   frustration   overcame   his   nerves ,   blood   growing   in   temperature   rapidly   as   he   lay   quietly   to   calm   himself .   after   a   moment   of   silence   on   his   end , scar’s   figure   shifted ,   rolling   his   entire   body   to   face   the   other   side with   his   eyes   meeting   the   princess’s .   his   slender   frame   expanded   as   the   lion   inhaled   deeply ,   his   next   sentence   coming   out   almost   as   a   breathy   murmur   in   order   to   remain   his   composure .