The son of Aladdin and Jasmine

Chapter 32

Fuck everyone who says otherwise, handholding is amazing and peak intimacy, platonically and romantically-

Jordan was sitting on the edge of the bed, tucked away in the corner of the room, staring down at the group in front of her. Her expression was difficult to read, she was pissed, that was for sure, but to the extent, Aziz couldn't be certain. 

"Don't be too mad at them," Jay said, quickly cutting off whatever Jordan was going to say to her brother, "It's my fault I shouldn't have taken your lamp-"

"No, you really shouldn't have," She snapped, her attention turning fully towards  Jay, "And the Isle? You put my brother on the Isle of the Lost?"

Xavier and Aziz shared a look from across the room, the both of them, slowly getting to their feet, prepared to get between the two of them if needed. 

Jordan wasn't someone anyone wanted to fuck around with, and to make her mad? Well, Jay might as well start writing his last will.

"I wasn't the one who made the wish, Jordan-"

Jordan shut him up with the flick of her hand, rendering him unable to talk despite the obvious effort. 

"You know what?" She said, tilting her head, "All of you out. Jay, you stay. You too Mal."

"Jordan-" Xavier tried, reaching out as if to grab her.

Jordan didn't say much else, waving her hand and sending them away in a puff of smoke. They showed back up in the dorm, and Aziz noted that Xavier's landing was quite a bit rougher than his own. As he hit the ground, he could feel a dizziness rush through his head, fading away as quickly as it appeared.

He'd chalk it up to just being an after effect of Jordan's magic if it weren't for the odd feeling that lingered in his chest.

"Are you ok?" Aziz asked, grabbing his arm to pull him up. 

"It's fine, she's just being petty right now," Xavier mumbled, thought there was a worry behind his eyes, "She's probably not going to hurt him, right?"

"Jordan can be really brutal sometimes," Aziz said, "Not physically though."

"It's not Jay's fault, though," Xavier exclaimed, sitting on the edge of Aziz's bed, "All he did was take the lamp, Mal's the one who rubbed it."

"Hey, don't worry," Aziz said, sitting next to him, "Jay's going to be fine."

Xavier let out a sigh, nodding as his gaze dropped down to his lap. Aziz slipped his hand into Xavier's, giving it a gentle squeeze and drawing his attention again. Xavier returned the gesture, leaning slightly onto his shoulder.

"Why'd you run off?" Xavier asked, glancing up at him, "You knew the Isle was dangerous."

"Why'd you look so shaken up?" Aziz asked back, looking down at him, "It can't have been because of how Harry was holding me."

"He had a knife to your throat!" Xavier snapped, straightening up, "You expect that not to shake me?"

"It was a hook, actually," Aziz corrected gently, keeping their hands intertwined, "And besides, you've seen me in worse states. Remember when we were twelve and we snuck out? When one of the guards thought I was some petty thief?"

"Right, and he tried to cut off your arm," Xavier sighed, rolling his eyes, "Your parents almost executed that guy."

"You were terrified," Aziz hummed, "So why were you so shaken this time around?"

Xavier was quiet for a long moment, using his free hand to rub circles into Aziz's palm.

"Do you remember Ghauth?" He asked, swallowing thickly, "We were both young, so I don't expect you to."

"He's your older brother, right?" Aziz asked, tilting his head, "The one who couldn't control his magic?"

"That's putting it lightly," He mumbled, "I saw him on the Isle."

"You saw him?"

"Jay and I ran into him looking for you. Aziz, Jay grew up with him."

"What?" He asked, "Jafar took him in?"

"Yeah, I'm as surprised as you," Xavier said through a forced laugh, "I didn't think I'd ever have to look at him again."

"Well, now you won't," Aziz said, trying to make him feel better, "You don't have to see him anymore."

Xavier took in a breath, opening his mouth to find a response, but being saved by a knock on the door.

"Were you expecting someone?" Xavier asked.

"Nope," Aziz sighed, getting up, "It's probably just Jesna."

"Jesna doesn't knock," Xavier said, rolling his eyes and lying back on his bed, "Your bed is so comfy, wanna switch?"

"I'm good," Aziz said, laughing lightly as he pulled the door to the room open. 

Aziz could feel his posture stiffen as he stared at the people at the door. He could barely feel himself breathing.

"Aziz?" Xavier asked, sitting up again, "What's the matter?"

"Aziz, darling, thank god you're ok," Jasmine said, her arms suddenly around her son in a hug, "We've been worried sick about you."