[Leia's been through this song and dance before, quite literally in some respects, but being paired with your former crush to play out a story involving tragic lovers hadn't been something she ever thought she'd have to worry about...
But here she is, in an increasingly distressing situation. And something Jude had said earlier that day, not even to her, didn't put her in a particularly optimistic mindset.
Having come into this dreamscape with the sudden knowledge of what's about to transpire didn't lessen the blow, either. It started off awkward at most, she can feel subtle and significantly less subtle differences about her. Feelings she thought she had buried not long ago resurfacing, as if they were being wrenched out of her by this dreamscape. Like a punishment for never having been honest with herself or Jude years ago. It's all a little daunting, and at times, despite some of the sillier aspects of the dreamscape occurring, she hasn't really appeared much like herself.
It only got worse, because they ended up eloping not long after. The rush of emotions she felt having to marry her former crush, fake or not, were devastating. Uncomfortable. Feelings she didn't want or need pulling her in- and pulling her closer to Jude. She hadn't realized it when, during a quiet moment between them, they'd both leaned forward, closing the gap between them. The seconds it took felt like an eternity, and her heart was hammering away in her chest to a painful degree. They'd been mere inches apart, enough so that she could feel his breathe on her lips, when they both seemingly snapped out of it. Leia jerking back with enough force that she smacked her head against the wall, earning her a painful dose of reality. But the damage had been done, her heart aching both from the torment of being with Jude, and that she nearly kissed him when she has Marui.
To make matters worse, they get news that she's supposed to marry Paris... who just happens to be Marui in this dreamscape. She's not sure she can look him in the eyes right now, let alone try to stop everything from spiraling to its inevitable conclusion. Her need to run away isn't just to save Jude, or attempt to, it's to avoid having to see Marui when she's done the absolute worst thing she could've done. They manage to avoid being captured, and there's a faint glimmer of hope that they've somehow thwarted the supposed outcome waiting for them.
Forcefully tearing her back to the present is that Jude's affliction is becoming increasingly worse. Painful. He can barely move and Leia tries to set aside her own mental anguish to focus on trying to change their fate.
...
At present, they're currently holed up in a nearby village. It's small and not as well off as their town, but it seems like a good place to hide out while she struggles with everything that's happened. Jude's condition is worsening, the affliction both painful and unsightly. What the three old women told them, and more specifically her, rings through her head. The abandoned home they've found themselves in is dank and dreary, not unlike their situation at the moment. Leia is curled up on the dirty floor, hugging her knees to her chest, face buried in her arms, trying to control the anxiety plaguing her. The only light is the moon peering in through the broken windows and cracks in the walls. In her bag is a vial of her own blood that can help transform Jude back to his human form.
And she's struggling to work up the nerve to give it to him.
It feels wrong, not just because she'd have to lie about what it is... but where it came from. But Jude's a former medical student, he's going to know what it is the second she takes it out.
As she sits there, uncharacteristically quiet, her thoughts flit back to their near kiss, to how she felt in that moment. That odd, nearly freeing sensation she almost had, like a weight was about to be lifted from her shoulders. She might have moved on from Jude, but her inability to be honest about how she felt about him for so long still haunts her. This just made it worse. She hates this situation, hates the hopelessness of everything looming over them, and hates that she felt that way about him for even an instant. What's she going to do? It makes speaking to him awkward, but she has to do something for him if they're even to have the smallest chance to make it through this.
Fake or not... it's hard to think this is all an act when everything feels so very real. Her feelings aren't fake, Jude's pain isn't fake, and the people that want to hurt him are very much real...
Her arms tighten about her knees, emotions practically bowling her over, the reality of this reality sinking in ever deeper.]
The Cure & Tragic Ending || Jude & Leia
But here she is, in an increasingly distressing situation. And something Jude had said earlier that day, not even to her, didn't put her in a particularly optimistic mindset.
Having come into this dreamscape with the sudden knowledge of what's about to transpire didn't lessen the blow, either. It started off awkward at most, she can feel subtle and significantly less subtle differences about her. Feelings she thought she had buried not long ago resurfacing, as if they were being wrenched out of her by this dreamscape. Like a punishment for never having been honest with herself or Jude years ago. It's all a little daunting, and at times, despite some of the sillier aspects of the dreamscape occurring, she hasn't really appeared much like herself.
It only got worse, because they ended up eloping not long after. The rush of emotions she felt having to marry her former crush, fake or not, were devastating. Uncomfortable. Feelings she didn't want or need pulling her in- and pulling her closer to Jude. She hadn't realized it when, during a quiet moment between them, they'd both leaned forward, closing the gap between them. The seconds it took felt like an eternity, and her heart was hammering away in her chest to a painful degree. They'd been mere inches apart, enough so that she could feel his breathe on her lips, when they both seemingly snapped out of it. Leia jerking back with enough force that she smacked her head against the wall, earning her a painful dose of reality. But the damage had been done, her heart aching both from the torment of being with Jude, and that she nearly kissed him when she has Marui.
To make matters worse, they get news that she's supposed to marry Paris... who just happens to be Marui in this dreamscape. She's not sure she can look him in the eyes right now, let alone try to stop everything from spiraling to its inevitable conclusion. Her need to run away isn't just to save Jude, or attempt to, it's to avoid having to see Marui when she's done the absolute worst thing she could've done. They manage to avoid being captured, and there's a faint glimmer of hope that they've somehow thwarted the supposed outcome waiting for them.
Forcefully tearing her back to the present is that Jude's affliction is becoming increasingly worse. Painful. He can barely move and Leia tries to set aside her own mental anguish to focus on trying to change their fate.
...
At present, they're currently holed up in a nearby village. It's small and not as well off as their town, but it seems like a good place to hide out while she struggles with everything that's happened. Jude's condition is worsening, the affliction both painful and unsightly. What the three old women told them, and more specifically her, rings through her head. The abandoned home they've found themselves in is dank and dreary, not unlike their situation at the moment. Leia is curled up on the dirty floor, hugging her knees to her chest, face buried in her arms, trying to control the anxiety plaguing her. The only light is the moon peering in through the broken windows and cracks in the walls. In her bag is a vial of her own blood that can help transform Jude back to his human form.
And she's struggling to work up the nerve to give it to him.
It feels wrong, not just because she'd have to lie about what it is... but where it came from. But Jude's a former medical student, he's going to know what it is the second she takes it out.
As she sits there, uncharacteristically quiet, her thoughts flit back to their near kiss, to how she felt in that moment. That odd, nearly freeing sensation she almost had, like a weight was about to be lifted from her shoulders. She might have moved on from Jude, but her inability to be honest about how she felt about him for so long still haunts her. This just made it worse. She hates this situation, hates the hopelessness of everything looming over them, and hates that she felt that way about him for even an instant. What's she going to do? It makes speaking to him awkward, but she has to do something for him if they're even to have the smallest chance to make it through this.
Fake or not... it's hard to think this is all an act when everything feels so very real. Her feelings aren't fake, Jude's pain isn't fake, and the people that want to hurt him are very much real...
Her arms tighten about her knees, emotions practically bowling her over, the reality of this reality sinking in ever deeper.]