Swordchick: I decided to throw a songfic in here just because I was bored.
Jaffar: …
Swordchick: What?
Jaffar: …It's a love song, isn't it?
Swordchick: …Do I have to answer?
Jaffar: …
Get
a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I
hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Jaffar never seemed to notice her before. Before Princess Ive had been just a princess, someone that only a token to be free of this mad escort and be rid of this mission. But now he saw her with a whole new light. It was as if she had changed, although she was still exactly the same. Jaffar didn't know what had happened, but she seemed different.
What if this is
just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Now that Jaffar looked at her, he knew she was feeling the same. Princess Ive, turning from where she was packing her things, glanced over at him and smiled. It made Jaffar wonder. Was there something going on here between them that he did not understand?
Why can't I
breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I
talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get
down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think
about you
Jaffar looked at the ground, immobilized by thought. Now that he thought about it, this…this…whatever it was, had been slowly developing over the past days. Jaffar didn't remember ever feeling this way. Was it something other people could identify? Something others understood? Something he would forever be deprived of because of Nergal's training?
It's an itch we
know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to
hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
It was…irritating. The feeling seemed to constantly nag and eat away at him. He didn't know what it was yet it was overpowering. It was something he was longing to know, yet he was hesitant. Did he want to know what was going on? What he was feeling? How would the knowledge effect him? Something inside him told Jaffar that if he learned it would alarm him.
Here we go,
we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my heads
spinning
Jaffar stood. Whatever was going on he would learn when he did, if ever. He wouldn't strive to decipher the unknown emotion he was feeling, but if it came he would be ready. Dismissing all curiosity from his head, Jaffar finished packing his things and got ready to go.
High enough for
you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
High enough for you to
pull me under
Somethin's growin'
out of this that we can
control
Baby I am dyin'
But instead of leaving, the emotion just grew. Jaffar frowned. This was getting out of hand. Whatever he was feeling it was obstructing his senses. It wasn't until then did Jaffar realize that his gaze had shifted back to Princess Ive. Jaffar blinked and turned away, confused. What could he feel for that princess?
Why can't I
breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I
talk about you
Suddenly Jaffar stopped short. A thought had struck him. Kent and the others had accused him of…. But that would be an act of an emotion, of…. He couldn't possibly be feeling….
Jaffar's gaze shifted back to Princess Ive, eyes now with both amazement and shock. He couldn't possibly be…. No. Not him. Not her. But that is what it seemed. It seemed that was precisely what was happening.
He, Jaffar, the Angel of Death, was feeling…
Why can't I
breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I
talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get
down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think
about you
…love.
Legault: HA! Finally you admit it!
Jaffar: …admit what?
Matthew: That you love Princess Ive.
Jaffar: …
Swordchick: R&R