dropsofviolet (dropsofviolet) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-01-16 07:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 eight characters challenge, author: dropsofviolet, fandom: world of disney, pairing: jasmine/violet |
Invisible (Disney: Jasmine & Violet)
Title: Invisible
Author/Artist: dropsofviolet
Fandom: The Incredibles/Aladdin (/Mulan/The Little Mermaid)
Pairing/characters: Jasmine and Violet gen
Rating: G
Warnings: college students AU (Disney Hall)
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Jasmine and Violet, eternal rivals!!!!
Excerpt: She wasn't expecting anything interesting to happen when she got ready for bed that night. So far, America had been plain and dull, colorless when compared to the shifting sands of her homeland.
She wasn't expecting anything interesting to happen when she got ready for bed that night. So far, America had been plain and dull, colorless when compared to the shifting sands of her homeland. It was different, sure. But...
She missed it. She missed the cold stones of the palace in the early morning, and her father's cheerful face, and she missed Rajah, who was apparently an "inappropriate" pet she couldn't bring with her. He would have been more interesting than her roommate, a shy slip of a girl with long dark hair in her eyes. She was nice enough, sure, but incredibly dull. And she spent way too much time with her family, considering how much she and her brother argued.
She also kept irregular hours, but Jasmine had quickly become used to that. She threw on the oversized T-shirt she'd bought in the airport-- her first American clothing, and slightly more comfortable than Arabian pajamas, and climbed into her bed, relaxing on her back and staring up at the ceiling.
She'd wanted to do something different, and here she was. No desert, no bodyguards, no one who knew that she was really a princess. It was the college experience. Except, well, she didn't have much interest in sports, beer, or parties, which was apparently the other half of the college experience. Nonetheless, she would get her education, and return home, a little better than she had left. Anything to delay the choice of a husband, the thought of which still made her shiver.
She turned over onto her side and that was when she heard the gentle tap, a tap that sounded like fingernails on glass. She froze as the tap grew just a little louder... and then there was a pop, and her roommate climbed into the room-- from the window.
They were three stories up.
The moon lit Violet from behind, throwing sharp relief on her gentle features, hiding her eyes in shadow-- or perhaps it was a mask. Jasmine didn't breathe for a moment, and then forced herself to act like she was asleep. If Violet had wanted to kill her, she had had ample opportunities, at other times when she was asleep. This was... something else.
She watched as the other girl pulled a bright gold headband off of her head, letting her hair fall into her eyes, and then there was a whisper of fabric as she slipped out of her clothes, which seemed to be a slim-fitting bodysuit. Her body was an art project in the moonlight, stark white in the dimness, but Jasmine's focus was on the spandex costume on the floor. She recognized the logo, the little i. That was a famous i.
Could Jasmine really be rooming with one of the Incredibles?
They were part of the reason her father had consented to her idea of going to college overseas. He'd managed to arrange a meeting with the superpowered family, in order to guarantee her safety.
And what better way...?
Jasmine shut her eyes, hoping Violet hadn't noticed her gasp, and she listened as the girl moved stealthily around the room, opening and shutting her dresser drawers and doubtless tucking the costume away to somewhere more safe than the dorm-room floor. She had to be the younger female member then-- Ultraviolet. Made sense, really, Jasmine thought wryly. She'd seen a touch of similar humor from Violet, who loved puzzle games and British television, and shared both with Jasmine if she expressed any interest.
She was a cool girl, really. There were worse roommates, she knew. Mulan on the next floor was always complaining about her roommate, Ariel, who was a partying type of girl and who had once gotten drunk enough to sleep in Mulan's bed without realizing Mulan was still in it. Violet was polite and cheerful, if quiet, and she'd been interested in hearing the tidbits about Agrabah that Jasmine fed her.
And she was taking care of the city, she and her little brothers, and their parents. What an amazing thing. Superheroes.
The bedclothes rustled as Violet slipped into her bed, and yawned. Jasmine smiled in the darkness.
America was certainly an interesting place to be.