A Slice of the Night
Pairing: Jafar/Sherrezade
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Jafar or Sherrezade. I'm only playing with them for a little while, and I promise to return them to their respective owners unharmed as soon as I'm done.
Author's notes: I watched Starkid's new musical, "Twisted: The Untold Tale of a Royal Vizier" with a friend on Sunday night. I ship Jafar/Sherrezade, and will to the end of my days. THESE TWO NEED SOME FANFICTION, Y'ALL. Warning: pure fluff.
Deep in the arid heart of the desert, buried beneath the sand, there is a cave. Very few know of its existence. Still fewer know where it is hidden. Not a single person alive today has entered and lived to tell the tale.
Within this cave there is a lamp, lying at an odd angle on a rug of deep purple. The pale shadow of a moonbeam mars the smooth obsidian with a half-hearted blue. A steady dripping sound echoes through the chamber.
As a seller of curios once said, this is no ordinary lamp. Within the rounded walls there lies a chamber nearly as large as the one the lamp rests in. From the lamp's spout, a single beam of light skitters across the floor, illuminating the center, leaving the corners dark.
The ancient legends tell of a powerful genie, a djinn, who makes his home in the lamp, cursed to remain prisoner there for an eternity. But even the best storytellers can neglect details. Indeed, a djinn lives here. But contrary to popular belief, this djinn is not alone.
At the very edge of the beam of light, barely visible in the lamp's eternal night, there is a bed. It is a humble creation, just large enough for the two bodies it holds. A single pillow sits at the head of the bed, and two heads rest atop. The djinn, currently in human form, is lying on his side. His arms are wrapped tightly around a human girl. Her head is pillowed atop one shoulder. His nose is buried in her dark brown hair, and her face is hidden in his chest. One of her arms is draped over his side, the other tucked against his stomach. Their legs are woven together. A blue blanket envelops them, forming a barrier between the icy air and their cozy haven.
She stirs, stretching her legs. Her toes flex, then disappear beneath the covers. Her eyes flutter open, blinking sleepily, and she pulls a few inches back from his chest. His brow furrows. She smiles softly. She brings her hand up to tenderly stroke his cheek. His face relaxes. Her hand returns to his side, and she burrows close again. He sighs contentedly and pulls her closer without waking.
In a cave, buried in the heart of the desert, lies a simple black oil lamp. Within it, two people live out an untold tale of a thousand and one lifetimes. For now, though, they sleep. The moon shifts, and the lamp is dark.