Creating a Trap {Jafar}

John glanced down at Morgana when she spoke up and his expression softened, if he wasn't covered in blood he might have tried approaching her. She was the perfect mix between him and Odette, and he wanted to get to know her. Aurora glanced at their daughter and studied her thoughtfully with her head slightly tilted to the side. "She's been given powerful demon blood...did you know that?" She asked John. Of course she had noticed, she was after all the expert John had had in mind, "Yes...do you have any suggestions?" He asked hesitantly. Aurora frowned and then shifted into her human form, "May I?" She asked as she stepped towards Odette. "I promise I won't hurt your child in any way...I just need to know how I can best help her." She said as gently as she could. "She really won't hurt Morgana Odette." He said having a feeling that Odette might not react well...after all she had had quite a trying day.

Aurora raised an eyebrow at Odette's tone but thoughtfully chose not to comment, her eyes flicked over towards John and she smirked at him knowingly. "Seems like your wife doesn't like me so much." She said once Odette was out of earshot. John sighed, "She's still adjusting...give her time." He said gently. Aurora nodded and then frowned, "What haven't you shifted yet?" She asked curiously. "If you stay here with me...well she might continue getting the wrong idea about us." She pointed out. John blinked honestly having not considered the implications of that. "I'll go to her in a moment...but first I was wondering if you could help me with something." He said and concentrated a moment before throwing the staff back up. Aurora's nose wrinkled as she stared down at it with a disgusted look on her face, "I recognize that...I can see why you stayed in dragon form." She said after a moment as she crouched to examine it closer. "This thing reeks of dark magic...the kind anyone with any sense would do good to stay away from." She said giving John a pointed look. "I didn't exactly have time to come up with a better plan." John said with a shrug. Aurora raised an eyebrow at that but chose not to comment, "Well hopefully I'll be able to take a better look at your daughter soon. I know Odette doesn't trust me, but if she won't then your daughter could be in even worse condition." She said with a frown. John shifted uncomfortably, "I'll talk to her." He said knowing that it might take some time for Odette to relent on her earlier declaration. "Speaking of which, you should go and talk to her...I'll examine the staff, maybe I'll find something important about it." She said giving the staff a distasteful look. John nodded and shifted back into his human form before he hurried off into the castle, intent on finding Odette.

John hurried towards Odette's room, and hesitated, he had managed to clean himself up somewhat. He was more nervous then he had been in years...seeing Odette again like this was making him worry that perhaps she had moved on. The last time he had seen her she had stabbed him in the back, of course Jafar had been the one to blame for that. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up still further and sighed before he knocked on the door. In his hand he held a box that contained a necklace and in the other he had one that held some chocolates. It seemed a pitiful offering for the woman who had suffered for so long and who clearly no longer trusted him. What if she rejected him? He wouldn't be able to blame her if she did so, hell he should have done so much more for her. If he could, he would go back and do whatever he could to bring her back. His thoughts went back to what Aurora had said, Odette really had looked pretty upset after she had shown up. Then again Odette probably assumed the worst in regards to what Aurora had said about their relationship. Even though being a bondmate simply meant the two were like siblings in a way.

John shifted uncomfortably as the door finally opened and he gave Odette a small smile. She looked as lovely as ever but his eyes noticed some discoloration on her body...that looked disturbingly like bruises. He stepped in and held up the boxes, "I uh...first of all I want to apologize for not arriving sooner. I should have but if I had I might have um...done a lot worse damage. I was very destructive when I first transformed-" He broke off and then glanced over at Odette. "I understand that you need your space and I....I can wait for however long it takes. All I ask is that I can...be a part of Morgana's life, I'd like to be her father. I know it's selfish of me...I should have done so much more and I never did. I promise I'll prove my dedication to the both of you, you both mean the world to me. I'm going to try and fix everything that Jafar has done here...starting with you and our daughter. I promise you that...I hope you can believe me on that." He said and knew it would probably be best if he didn't try kissing her. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel even more confused and hurt which that would no doubt do.

It was John's turn to stare at Odette with a disbelieving look in his eyes, "Leave? Why would I-" He broke off and ran a hand through his hair, "You think I would leave with Aurora." He stated, disappointment in his voice as he said this. "Aurora's like a sister to me, I don't love her in a romantic way. The only person I've ever loved has been you...and I'm not going to leave you by yourself. Not when I've missed you so much....not when I haven't gotten a chance to know our daughter." He started pacing around restlessly. "I see you and...I know you've probably been through hell while I've been gone, and all I want is to alleviate that pain somehow. And yet I know I have no place in either." He quietly admitted as he took a step back. "I love you, but I will understand if you need your space. I'll wait as long as it takes...for you I would wait a thousand years." He said honestly.

John took a step away from her at her words, everything she said was basically confirming his worst fears. It honestly felt like be had been stabbed in the chest but so much worse. For a few moments he couldn't bring himself to say anything as he stared at her lost for words. He jerkily nodded in understanding, "I....I see...you're right I didn't try hard enough and I should have. I've never done what I could for either of you and I do apologize." His eyes moved towards where Morgana rested and a sad look hit his face before he looked away. When he looked back up, his expression was difficult to read, "I won't dishonor you or o-your child, please know that you'll be well protected here. If you wish to leave at any time I won't stop you, anything you want is yours." He said and bowed before he took a step away from her, "Goodnight....Odette." He said quietly before he left her quarters. His heart hurt, he hated arguing and when it was Odette...it was even worse, they rarely argued. In fact John couldn't remember the last time they had fought about anything, other then the few times she had snapped at him for being too overprotective. John flinched as he felt his dragon side nearly clawing at him, he growled and stepped out into the courtyard. His fingers had turned into talons, deadly and sharp and they were currently digging into his palms but he paid them no mind. "John....you need to calm down." Aurora's voice came from behind him and John grimaced. "I am calm Aurora." His voice betraying that he was far from it. "I can't keep locking your dragon self away when you get like this." Aurora cautioned and John stared down at his hands which looked strange even to him. "Do you think it's because of what I am? Does me being a dragon disgust her that much?" He asked quietly. Aurora frowned, "She doesn't hate you....anyone who loves you would be able to see past all that." She said quietly. John laughed but his laugh was grim, "You mean like how it went for you?" He asked. Aurora fell silent, her face turning pale at his words. "That's not fair." She whispered and turned away from him. "Your boyfriend almost killed you when he found out you were a dragon! And when Odette looks at me-She's right...I didn't do enough for her." He said all the anger draining out of him then. "You could barely help yourself...the transition almost killed you. And the scars-" Aurora broke off with a wince. The first time John had fully transformed had been a nightmare, she'd honestly thought he wouldn't survive it. The weeks following hadn't been any better as John had been more beast then man, unable to differentiate between friend or foe. It had taken all of Aurora's considerable skill to even get his humanity back, and even then he still had moments where he lost himself. Oddly enough he never attacked anyone but himself when he lost control. "They'll heal....but you should go. As long as you're here Odette will never trust me, and I need her to trust me. I can't force her to do that, and with you here she really won't trust me." And he meant it, Aurora sighed and looked away then. "I know...your child...I'd like to help her. If she allows it please let me know if I can check her. The blood when it settles in for too long can cause damage...and I don't want that to happen." Aurora carefully admitted before she took a step back. John watched her go with his eyes dimming just a little bit as Aurora took off in her dragon form.

John finally left the courtyard, feeling a little faint, his hands had slowly transformed back into their regular appearance. He failed to notice that his hands were still bleeding as he made his way slowly back up to Odette's room. The door was slightly ajar and he hesitated only a moment before he stuck his head in just to see how she was doing. There was a suitcase on the bed and he froze at the sight of it, she was leaving him. He had been right...of course he had hoped that maybe just maybe she might have stayed with him. "Odette?" He asked cautiously as he stepped a little bit into the room. His voice sounded shaky even to him, and he felt like he was going to collapse but somehow he managed to stay upright through sheer force of will. She couldn't be leaving him could she? He leaned against the doorjamb and then glanced down at his hands. His hands were bloody...how long had they been bleeding? It was probably a bad sign if even he couldn't remember, he took a breath and tried to heal them only he couldn't.