We need to [really] talk

Kada · Oct 11, 2017

Malara had known Jafar for... gods, it had been a good number of years. Basically since he was a child. But lately, as Malara herself had started to slow down and appreciate the kinds of things that mortals did, she had realized something.

She didn't really know him.

Mal wasn't stupid. She could taste the poison just under the surface. Mostly anger, the kind of which she honestly didn't think was possible in a mortal. But there it was, not that anyone else would know it. On the surface Jafar was the gentle house husband type who loved to cook and garden.

The most recent issue was Jafar's trip back to Mes to see his family. He had come back injured and had refused to talk about what had happened.

This had been the case for a long time. But it bothering her was a recent invention. Why though? The nature of their relationship had changed, at least in name. But even though Jafar was her husband by law, he still acted much the part of the servant.

Mal wanted more than that. Her usual methods weren't working, so she had to try something different. The mere thought of it made her angry, but it was all she had that didn't involve violence.

So here she sat, lounging on the couch in the shared living room in her house robe and sipping wine. Waiting. And feeling wholly insecure about this entire thing, a newish sort of sensation that Malara did not like at all. The waiting was killing her, and she wished she had texted Jafar and told him to come home faster.

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Bloos · Oct 11, 2017

The day has been like every other day, bland.

The meditation was just something he could do. At first it started out as a way for him to focus his powers to heal his hands but after wasting hours and days of trying to heal himself, Jafar had came to the conclusion that it was not possible for his powers to heal him.

Now meditation was just something Jafar did to just….cope? Actually maybe not coping, it is just a thing that became a habit. Yep, just a habit that became a hobby….or a hobby that became a habit?

Jafar wasn’t sure what time he had gotten back. The only thing he was certain of was that it was late. It could have been early but he doubt that he had stayed out for that long.
Jafar soon figured out the time thanks to who was the doorman.
After returning from his trip from Mes, Jafar spent some time getting to know the doormen and their shifts. He had to since they were the ones who usually helped him into the condo if no one was home. So he got the time and was soon let in without as much hassle compared to trying to get himself in.

Now Jafar really didn’t get the chance to roam around the house subtly clean things. He didn’t do that because he saw Malara sitting on the couch. He wasn’t really all that surprised to see her up since she doesn’t really need to sleep. Jafar’s mind didn’t really dwell on why she was just sitting there or what she was even doing other than sipping wine.

He just opted to give her a smile. “Greetings Malara.”

@Kadakism

Kada · Oct 11, 2017

Malara sensed Jafar enter before she heard the elevator ding. She had tuned herself to know him over the years, and she could probably pick him out of a crowd even if she were blind.

Greetings Malara.

His standard nicety. It made her eyes roll before she could stop them. Finishing off her wine, she set the glass delicately onto the coffee table and stood up in a single, fluid motion.

Crossing the room to her husband, she residted the urge to throw her arms around him, to kiss him and ask him how his day had been.

"How are your hands today?"
She was pretty sure she already knew the answer, but she would ask anyway.

She circled him, her pupils dilating as she contemplated how she would approach this. Her usual style was blunt and up front, but maybe that wasn't the best course of action this time.

"I think we need to have a chat," she said finally, choosing to be direct but not bludgeon him over the head with questions. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Bloos · Oct 11, 2017

How was his hands? They’ve been the same since he got back to Mes. There wasn’t much hope of them getting any better and if anything they’d just probably get worse. That is what Jafar told himself, if he completely stopped attempting to heal them with his powers, they could grow worse.

“My hands are….the same. I suppose they are fine since it doesn’t seem to be getting worse.” He could have been annoyed, mad, and possibly a lot of more things but at this point he just accepted that it would be best to adapt to not being able to use his hands. So yes, he could say he was fine.

Or was fine….

The circling Malara was doing was a bit...concerning. Jafar was not sure what she was doing or looking for? He wasn’t going to bother with asking either so he just stood there. The man stood perfectly still, like really perfect.

“A chat?” There wasn’t worry in his voice. Pfft. Totally no worry here. There really was no reason for him to worry at all right? “If that is what you want….we can chat.” There weren’t many things Jafar could think to talk about other than plants. Which he was sure that wasn’t something Malara would care for.

Though there was his hands though she had already asked about them. Then again maybe she wanted to talk about it and that’s why she asked about them. Jafar became a little worried about that…..

Kada · Oct 25, 2017

"Mhm. A chat. See babe..."

Mal could sense the tension building up inside Jafar. The nervousness. It was all plain as day to her, a bland, slightly soured taste in the air. But his expression gave nothing away. Like usual. It irritated her, more because she had been thinking about it all day and now, as she had fully expected, it was right in front of her.

She continued without missing a beat, "...I've been thinking for a while now. Reading some articles online and everything. Trying to figure out what to do, how to approach this."

This was true. Everything she had read said that open communication was the key to a healthy relationship. Her mind had wandered back to Cat and Noli in those instances. Both times, a pack of communication had been a major factor in those relationships ending so badly. And in Cat's case, it had ended in the girl's death. No big loss there, really. But still...

"I know you know I can sense all those bottled up emotions. And if our relationship were still like it was on Mes, I'd be fine with that. But babe, we're more than goddess and attendant now. You all demanded I keep you informed if I was going to do something like when I challenged Nasci. I just want some... reciprocation."

Malara stopped in front of Jafar, putting a hand gently on his cheek. She tried to mask the annoyance on her face, but was finding it hard.
"I don't want to lose another person I've said I love because we can't talk."

Bloos · Oct 26, 2017

“Bottled up emotions?” It was said in a form of a question because Jafar didn’t think he had bottled up emotions, in fact he wasn’t even sure what that meant exactly. “Malara I don’t hide any important emotions.”

“Even if I did, It never matter when we were on Mes but...now it does?” So if they were still on Mes, nothing would have happened and Malara would have never even bothered. “I don’t see why it matters…”

Malara wanted reciprocation from him. He was...okay with that. Jafar would never do anything such as going to fight in a deathmatch. He couldn’t even do anything as remotely similar to that now that his hands are rendered completely useless.

“....What happens if you lose someone because you did talk? What if you don’t like what they say?” A counter and probably a little bit of insight to what Jafar was thinking. Maybe, just maybe he was worrying about that the most.

“Is….this all you wanted to talk about?” Jafar was pretty sure this was not everything Malara wanted to talk about. He wanted….or at least tried to rush things? Maybe it was better to rush this then drag it on. “You just want to talk about my feelings?”

"Or naybe you just want to know what happened when I went to Mes? Is that what you want to know?"

@Kadakism

Kada · Nov 8, 2017

"I want a husband, not a fucking slave."

Malara growled with the words, her fists clenching tight as she resumed pacing in circles around Jafar. He was being difficult on purpose! He knew precisely what she meant, he was just...

No. Mal let go of some of the tension in her shoulders. Maybe he didn't know. She let out a long, slow breath. Meant to calm, but not really doing the trick the way she wanted.

"This is new territory for me... for both of us. But I don't want to lose you like I did Cat and Noli. I'm a big girl, Jafar. The day I proposed to you, I was telling you're important enough for me to want that with you. Which means if you have something to say that you don't think I'd like... you should still say it."

Malara stopped again, facing Jafar this time. Her eyes darted around his face, looking for any kind of change in his usual calm demeanor to give away what he was feeling underneath.
"I'm a big girl, babe. I can handle it. ANd as for what happened on Mes. O course I want to know! You said you were going to meet family, and you come home injured and won't talk about it. That's..."

Suspicious. She didn't say it aloud, but it was obvious.

Bloos · Nov 8, 2017

Husband. Slave. They were just titles. Jafar only really knows how to be one of those anyway. It was something he is good at, something that no one ever really had a problem with except for now. He doesn't’ even know how a husband is supposed to act. His old master never told him, he never had a dad to watch, and as far as he was knew Malara never even intended on being married.

“Maybe I’m not good enough to be your husband then…..or anyone’s”

Jafar grew a bit more tense as Malara was circling him. This wasn’t good. Jafar just stood there, he barely made any movement in fear of a chance of being hit. His mind drifted back to when he was with his old master, when Master was mad and someone was going to be beaten.

He just remained silent and let Mal talked until she was done. She didn’t want to lose him and he was important to her….but
“You also proposed to Cat.”

Was that a slip?
“I assume she was important enough too right? Even if you barely knew her, you proposed to her first.” He should probably stop now.
“What exactly does important enough mean? As I’m important as she was? Less? More? Am I even as important as Pandora?” Well at least...he was talking. Though, he definitely became more tense. He shouldn’t have said any of that. Jafar actually flinched a bit when Malara stopped in front of him.

It became clear to him that Malara wasn’t going to let him continue to not talk about it his trip to Mes. He could lie but what be the point? He would only be lying to himself if anything. Jafar avoided eye contact from Malara as he tried to get his thoughts together...to try to explain what happen. The more he thought about what happen the more he felt ill.

As if there was a sudden mood change Jafar returned eye contact with Malara and stared at her.

“I killed them.” He said plainly. There didn’t seem to be much emotion or anything. It was as if he didn’t care. Jafar finally said it. He felt…….better?

“I. Killed. Them.” he said it again but there was a slight change in his tone. “There was….so much blood. You should have seen it.”

@Kadakism

Kada · Nov 12, 2017

Jafar had killed people? During his trip to Mes. Mal frowned. Why had he thought she would care about something like that? She stopped in front of him. If anything, she was...

No wait. He was trying to change the subject.

"So that's what this is about. I get it, sure."

"Fine. I'll be up front with you. You're going to die one day. I have only ever lost one person I cared about in the..."

She paused. How long had she been alive? She wanted to say twelve hundred years, but somehow it felt longer. She shook the brief thought away.

"...the twelve hundred years I've been alive. And I sunk a sword into his stomach. I buried those feelings because I'd rather be burned alive a million times before dealing with losing someone again. Cat and Noli hurt enough, and I barely..."

She turned away, not sure what to say really. Did she actually love Jafar? Did she really care about him the way humans meant when they said they were in love?

"I don't love any of you the way I think[/b] you want me to love you. Marrying all of you was a formality, really. Maybe it was a mistake."

Bloos · Nov 13, 2017

Right. He knew she wouldn’t care about him killing his so called parents. It is the exact reason why he didn’t say want to talk about it. Jafar was sure no one in this household even gave a single shit about it. He just huffed and was glad he just was able to say it. Glad isn’t actually what he felt….

Actually maybe he was disgusted. Yes, that is exactly what he felt.

“This is why I didn’t say anything. I knew you weren’t going to care so I didn’t want to bother you.” Yet apparently somehow he managed to do that.

“......and I know I should be content with everything no matter how small or little but” Jafar frowned, he wasn’t sure on what to say. He was very much so in unknown territory.

“I’m not sure anymore….....being with content with everything. I just want to-” He stopped himself, if he could move his hands he would probably scrub at his face but instead he went to go take a seat, he needed to sit.

“You don’t love me the way that I want you too. You probably don’t love me at all but that doesn’t change my feelings….I still love you.Maybe marrying me was a mistake. I don’t deserve that….”

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