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[center][h1][color=firebrick]Jafar Sholeh[/color], [color=MediumOrchid]Freya Beauchamp[/color] and [color=red]Captain Hook[/color] - Present Day - The Moors Castle[/h1][/center]


Could the day have gone any worse? Figuring that the third intruding figure within the last handful of moments to be the company in which she was speaking of, Jafar remained silent as the Pirate disregarded his presence altogether and addressed Maleficent disrespectfully and coldly. His upper lip curled over his teeth in a snarl, revealing the pointer-than-normal canines that simply came from his namesake of The Serpent King. Truly, he had every intention to simply stand back and watch with keen eyes - this was between Hook and Maleficent, after all. But the very moment the the Pirate called her a foul witch, he simply lost it.

Stepping between Maleficent and Hook, a powerful torrent of fire emitted from Jafar's staff, spiraling down onto the floor and "sticking," creating a protective wall between himself and the Pirate, drastically changing the temperature of the room left behind by the White Witch, but the Sultan didn't seem the least bit bothered. In fact, after the barrier of fire had stabilized, Jafar returned to holding his staff with one hand and walked through the flames towards Hook, using his staff as a walking aid. He was physically untouched, the fire seeming to part for him as he passed through and faced him head-on.

[color=firebrick]"[i]Hook[/i] your tongue, Pirate. Kin or not, you will respect your Queen!"[/color]


There were few things Hook despised with his black heart more than magic, one of those things being Pan of course. But Hook never wavered as the magician Jafar created a wall of fire only to walk through it and face him. He saw it as bad form, having an unfair advantage in battle among other aspects. But this was no matter to the great Captain, he had faced death many a time before and this silly magician didn’t scare him in the slightest. Using his left hand he grabbed his flintlock, and pulled back the cock with his hook as he raised it to aim in the face of Jafar.

[color=red]“I have no quarrel with you, sorcerer, though I find it bad form to use magic. Though you are in between me and my hat. If you do not step aside, we [i]will[/i] have a quarrel.”[/color] Hook said, with his finger laying ever so lightly on the trigger of his flintlock, waiting to pull the trigger. 

[color=firebrick]"Your quarrel with me started when you threatened my Queen."[/color] Jafar answered cooly, his eyes unblinking in the sight of staring down the barrel of a gun. [color=firebrick]"And the only [i]bad form[/i] I see here is your [i]slithering[/i] incompetence of handling quite a [i]venomous[/i] weapon."[/color] At first his words were extremely unclear, but as a second or two more passed by, the flintlock in Hook's hand began to change; shifting and twisting until the solid form of a cobra was being held in the pistols place. The head of the snake twisted back to face Hook, it's hood flaring and it's jaw dropping to allow a hiss to come from it. Venom dripped from its fangs as it reared it's head back, ready to strike its victim.


That wretched wizard, now Hook had to go get a new flintlock. James brought up his hook as the cobra attempted to strike him, and caught the serpent right in the mouth. Hook held the snake to the side like a fish still dangling from the line. Then before he could retaliate he heard his sister speak up.


[color=MediumOrchid]“..enough..!”[/color]


Her voice, soft though still filled with venom, rang out through the throne room for all to hear. She was [i]not[/i] in the mood for their quarreling- it was all they ever bloody did when they were placed in the same damn room as one another..! It was something that grew old, and fast.


Catching a small bout of nausea rush over her very being, she turned her head, a single hand lifting to press the sides of both her pointer and middle finger against her lips, and her dark eyes fluttering to a close as she waited but a moment, the woman’s clear attempt at waiting for it to pass when in reality it felt as though it were there to stay. Turning her back to the both of them, she hurried away from her throne, each step taken carrying her across the room and over to the table where she then proceeded to pour herself a goblet full of water, though being sure to step over all and any motionless bodies lain within her path.


[color=MediumOrchid]“I have had enough… I am sick of it- it is all you two ever seem to do..!”[/color] Slamming the base of the jug back down to the table, water spilt upon the surface, the liquid held within sloshing back and forth violently as she lifted the goblet to her lips, taking her time to down the contents before she eventually turned back to face them, the sound of the metal clanging over the ground filling the throne room as she threw it in their general direction, not seeming to care one bit as her voice grew further angered by the second, the smoke billowing from her mouth thickening more, while her eyes flashed over a bright gold in color underneath the large hat she still wore almost proudly upon her head.


[color=MediumOrchid]“For years now, I have had to put up with your petty squabbles; well no longer..! I will have none..!”[/color] Tearing herself away from the table, she took a few steps closer to the both of them, her hand coming up, and her finger pointed accusingly at each of them in turn before she continued on, her free hand coming instinctually up to rest lightly against the small bump of her stomach.


[color=MediumOrchid]“..now hear this; when this child comes into this world, this… [i]war[/i] between you two will come to an end, or so help me… I will see you both to ruin..!”[/color]

Hook turned his attention to his sister as she expressed her distaste for their constant fighting. Next thing he knew a goblet was flying in their direction. He twisted his body and leaned back to dodge it. Then what she said next made his heart skip a beat. He looked into his sister’s eyes, not comprehending what he had just heard. His lips parted ever so lightly as he tried to piece things together in his head. A child, this world… He looked down at her hand placed upon her stomach, and that was when it hit him. She was pregnant. 

He did not like the emotions he was feeling right now. He was morose, and slightly angry. He wouldn't feel this way if they were back home on earth. There it would be safe to raise a child, but this land he did not see fit for a child. Not one of his sisters, anyways, not his own blood. After standing there in silence for a long moment he finally spoke softly, just above a whisper

[color=red]“How long… how far along is the child?”[/color]


Taking pause for what felt like a lifetime, Freya finally dropped her arm back down to her side, her dark eyes meeting with that of her brother, the very look behind his iris’ saying it all: he was not happy with the news she had just let slip. The thought of a child being born into the world… it was supposed to be a happy one; it was something that she believed he, along with Jafar, would have celebrated with her… but nevertheless it appeared, as always, that she had been mistaken…


[color=MediumOrchid]“..twelve weeks…”[/color]

Then it clicked in his mind. The only person she had been with for years had been Jafar. Hook's blood boiled hot. He met his sister's gaze, then slowly he turned his head to Jafar, with rage in his eyes.

[color=red]“You defiled my sister with your venomous seed you evil serpent, I'll kill you!”[/color] Hook shouted. He grabbed the snake and tossed it aside as he raised his iron hook to strike at the magician, his forget-me-not blue eyes flashing blood red.

Jafar had been standing there in stunned silence, watching the two talk over perhaps the most shocking news he had ever received in his life. Freya was pregnant. Freya was pregnant with [i]his[/i] child. Freya was pregnant with [i]his[/i] child for [i]four months[/i]... and hadn't bothered to utter a single word to him before now.

It wasn't the first time he was told he was going to be a father - his late wife, Sherrezade had also been pregnant, a whole lifetime ago. But he never got the chance to be a father. The Sultan claimed his wife for his own harem, and shortly after, died in childbirth. Those two instances in his life, as heartbreaking as they were, still amounted to nothing in comparison as to how numb he now felt. And that's all he could feel at the moment. Numb.

Surely she wouldn't have kept something like this from him all this time. She had promised. She had gone out and bought his bird for him with her own money when she could have easily just taken it...

His eyes were staring off, giving the both of them his profile on each side and bowed his head down. Instinct told him Hook was coming for him, and instinct had his arm raising for use of his magic. Hook was lifted into the air by an invisible hand by the throat, Jafar's hand mimicking the motion as though Hook's throat were in it. He raised his arm a bit higher, letting Hook dangle for a small while before, with all the rage he could muster, threw Hook's doll-like body across the room, caring not where he ended up or how hard he had treated their guest.

[color=firebrick]"It would be wise for you to leave, Pirate."[/color] Jafar said softly, scarily calm for the situation, still refusing to look at either of them.

Hook flew across the room, stopping only when he came into contact with the wall, and fell to the ground. He lay there for a moment to catch his breath, and recompose himself. It had all happened so fast; the news, his outburst, and Jafar. He took a deep breath, then stood up off the ground and brushed himself off ever so lightly, and gave a small tug on his coat. He took a step forward with his right foot when he felt a pain in his ankle. When he fell from the air he had landed on it wrong and sprained it. He simply continued to walk with a limp over to Maleficent and looked down into her dark eyes under the brim of the large hat she had stolen from him. He gently lifted it from her head and placed it back on his own, adjusting it for a moment before speaking. 

[color=red]“My dear sister… You have let this snake’s venom cloud your mind.”[/color] he said softly. Hook didn't want to believe that Jafar was up to anything good. The entire time they were together, not once did Hook approve of his sister’s lover. 

[color=red]“Goodbye, Freya.”[/color] Hook turned his head and limped to the door he had came through with his head held high. He looked back at his sister once more before opening the doors and leaving the throne room. 

Jafar was still... not once looking at Maleficent or Hook as the pirate spoke to her and took his leave. Instead, he kept his dark orbs on the ruby eyes of the cobra headed snake, his hand on the shaft twisting it slowly a bit to the right and then back to the left, though the eyes never left him. Not even when the large doors of the room closed with a loud [i]slam[/i] did he even stir. A storm was building up within him, and there was nowhere for it to go but out.


This wasn’t at all how she had planned on giving the news to Jafar about her pregnancy… How long had she been working the courage to speak it aloud..? How long had she spent searching for the right words to say..? Being with him was so easy; it was so right- and even though she could never admit it to anyone… it was something she would choose above all else. However, speaking with him about matters of such importance…


..well, that was a different matter altogether…


Hesitating but a moment, Freya kept her dark gaze upon the man she had fallen so far in love with over the years, the smoke… the anger, all but gone as she felt her heart fluttering, her mind seeming to be in protest of her actions as she took a few steps closer, her hands reaching out so that the very tips of her fingers were able to lightly touch against the side of his arm.


[color=MediumOrchid]“..Jafar, I-... I wanted to tell you… I-I was going to do so today- forgive me, I-... I could not find the words...”[/color]

[color=firebrick]"You lied to me."[/color] Jafar jerked his arm away from Maleficent quickly, her touch, above all things, something he simply could not handle right then. The flames in the room slowly dissipated into thin air, his voice quiet and hardly above a whisper as he continued to observe the staff in his hand. [color=firebrick]“Twelve weeks… and not a single word…”[/color] His head turned to look at her sharply, his eyes narrowing and changing color - blood red where the whites of his eyes were, and the pupils black, thin and dilated; a careful mix of the ruby eyes of his staff and of a cobra itself. Each and every muscle on his body was tight, coiled as it were, ready to spring at any sudden provocation. 

Despite the news of having a second chance at being a father, his mind instead rested upon the one solid fact that had him second guessing just about everything. She had lied to him. Thirteen years her servant - ten years her lover. How many times had they laid together, talking into the late hours of the night over the most personal of things within just the last few weeks? He had learned long ago where she came from; where she [i]truly[/i] came from. Earth. He still didn't fully understand it... but he was able to understand that she was not Maleficent, but the heir of, taking on her name in a matter of respect and tribute. He understood she grew up in a land without magic. He understood that her mother had tried to end her life, bringing her to live in this realm. He even understood she had a brief life in Camelot as she was trying to find herself and on top of it all, he understood that the smelly, fish-eating pirate was her brother, come to this world with her. So why, in Allah's name, hadn't she the courage to tell him of their [i]child[/i]?


[color=MediumOrchid]“..because I wished to do it right..![/color]


Her eyes, full of nothing but truth and sorrow, were fixed upon his as she watched him pull further away; her hand, rejected, hovering but a few moments longer before she brought it back into her body, doing her best though unable to help it as her eyes grew wet, brimming with tears which only caused them to shine beneath the light that entered the room through the windows of which surrounded them.


[color=MediumOrchid]“Jafar, I-... I love you…”[/color] Holding his gaze a few moments longer, she let her own drop down, her head lowering to watch on as she pressed both of her hands gently up against her stomach, her touch loving as she caressed the small bump that was their unborn child, [color=MediumOrchid]“This is our first child together; I wished to make it special- to make such an occasion memorable…”[/color]


Shutting her eyes tightly, she hunched her shoulders over, her hands pressing even closer against her stomach as she curled up, an attempt to try and make herself smaller than she truly was as she continued to beg for his forgiveness, [color=MediumOrchid]“..please Jafar... I-I have only known for a month’s cycle… truly, you must believe me; words were to finally pass through my lips, and news of our unborn child was going to be spoken about today… Though this was not how I wished for this to go...”[/color]


Jafar sneered and tore his gaze away from her. He didn’t want to hear it. Even still, a month’s time was more than enough for her to find a way to tell him what would have normally been exciting and emotional news. Not that they had been deliberately trying; at least not to his knowledge. Was that something else she had been keeping from him? They spent many, many nights together in full intimacy and in ten years, there had never been any whisper about a pregnancy. Magic. So then why all of a sudden…?


[color=firebrick]“Well… you certainly made it memorable.”[/color] Jafar responded coldly, once more giving his attention to his staff, raising his free hand to have his middle finger delicately trace the outline of the hood on the snake.


He wasn’t listening to her… did he even want to..?


Lower lip quivering softly, Freya’s arms dropped back down to her sides, the tears she had been keeping at bay for the good portion of their conversation finally breaking free, rolling down her cheeks before falling to stain the top she wore.


[color=MediumOrchid]“..I-... this wasn’t how I wanted it to go…”[/color]


[color=firebrick]”Well it did, Freya… and now what?”[/color] Shaking his head, Jafar rolled his head slightly to look back at her, his eyes slowly returning to their normal brown color though it was clear with how tight and rigid the muscles in his face were that he was still far from relaxed. How was he just supposed to be okay with all of this? Did she truly just expect him to put on a smile and be happy in the way he might have been if the situation had been different? He couldn’t. He just simply couldn’t. Holding her gaze for just a moment longer, Jafar finally let his eyes drop, his feet carrying him back and away from her a few steps, the end of his staff once more meeting with the ground acting as a walking stick.


[color=firebrick]”I… I need to think…”[/color] Not sure how much more he could say to let her know that he simply needed space and time to piece together his thoughts, Jafar once more met his eyes with hers before slowly, a small circle of fire appeared around his feet, the flames growing larger around him until he was completely encased. Then, as the flames began to settle down, The Serpent King was gone, the bird Freya had bought him all those years ago left behind.