Departed or Depraved?

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Come on…you know you want a starter. So let’s make the first official STARTER CALL of the newly revamped Marketa. I’m actually off to bed now, but like this and I’ll get to them hopefully tomorrow. Verses and length will vary.

Come on…you know you want a starter. So let’s make the first official STARTER CALL of the newly revamped Marketa. I’m actually off to bed now, but like this and I’ll get to them hopefully tomorrow. Verses and length will vary.

hamptonsdappertechwiz | Nolan Ross from Revenge | Hiatus

Jasmine had been questioning whether or not to walk into the office. She had been seeing her, daily, walking past on her way to the gym, trying to mould into every day life in this real world without her magic carpet and husband. Plucking up the courage, she walked into her mothers office. The only reason she knew it was her mother is because she had found books, Snow had helped her find her and now it was now or never. “Looking for you?” She asked softly as she held her jacket close to her body. “I know who you are.” She mumbled. “Snow helped me find you.” 

“No. . .I mean, I was going to say if you were looking for studio space. . .” Deny. Deny it all. That was what the voice in the back of her head was screaming. Marketa had of course heard the rumors that the princess of Agrabah had somehow found her way to Storybrooke, but she hadn’t expected there to be a meeting between them. She had long since accepted being caught in the curse as a sign she shouldn’t try to reunite with her family, but now here they were. “This is. . .well, I. . .” she stammered, not really sure how to handle the situation. “I didn’t know you were in Storybrooke,” she lied.

"It would be like betraying myself." Her voice came out in barely a whisper. "I wish my mother were here." Jasmine mumbled. "She would understand." Her gaze reverted back to Mari. "Why haven’t you turned me in yet?" She asked suspiciously. "My father could’ve given you a precious reward for it." Jasmine bit her lip, touched.

"Precious reward," she murmured as she shook her head. "My actions could just as easily be taken as having kidnapped you and then attempting to return you and then I'd end up in the dungeons for the rest of my days." And that's not even the half of it, she thought. "No, no, it's. . ." she trailed off, trying to think through what the best course of action would be. She had to convince Jasmine to go back to the palace and she had to get her off the streets lest someone with more nefarious ideas discovered her true identity. But how exactly was she going to manage that? "Princess, I don't know if here is the best place to be speaking about this. I have a place, not far from here, away from prying eyes and ears. It would be safer for you there."