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sins are sometimes forgotten after good deeds ; all for the sake of s i n d r i a sinbad indie rp blog ; sideblog to rxjah (for now)

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{ ✡ } “Sin, stop-” A heated breath as the words left him, no fight being given as his form was thrown over the Monarch’s shoulder- Of course, the Advisor wanted to tell the other to put him down, though actions contradicted thoughts as digits moved to grip material clothing his love’s body.

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          | ⚔ | "I won't; you're in need of rest, otherwise you're bound to collapse." a huff is what accompanied Sinbad's concerned words as body traveled down the corridors and towards the direction of the general's bedroom to coax the man into resting.

"You aren't allowed to work anymore until I know you're in perfect condition." frown dissipated and he smiled.

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          | ⚔ | . . .                            . . .                   & suddenly, hurried steps guided the king closer to the workaholic adviser of his, arms suddenly found themselves around his frame though not for long - instead, grip shifted to practically carry Ja'far over a shoulder.

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{ ✡ } “How cruel… I only speak the truth.” He will accept the punishment.

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          | ⚔ | a kiss for Ja'far then, "The only truth here is that your king needs his adviser's affection."

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{ ✡ } “Y-you are the only one to blame, my King.” How he adores his King.

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          | ⚔ | "Oh~? And whose mouth is the one sprouting such nonsense to the king?" lips will take care of punishment~.

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"That’s what they look like."

"And yes they are, but siding with me while trying to pull your adviser away from them is contradictory."

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          | ⚔ | "Hush, miss, he shouldn't hear this -- but, ah, I've got my reasons!" leave the poor man alone, he's... "I'm protecting his innocence!" no, not really.

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{ ✡ } “Y-you are a strange one, my King.”

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          | ⚔ | instantly, arms trapped the smaller frame in a tight embrace; lips pressed a kiss to a forehead;

"Juuust a little bit - you're to blame for my strangeness."

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{ ✡ } “I———” Ah, you broke him further.

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          | ⚔ | "Yes, yes! Come, Ja'far, I'll make it all better!" & arms opened in an invitation; come, embrace your Sin.

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"Excuse you? Boobs are so much better than that wrinkly stick in your pants."

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          | ⚔ | wait, wait, hold it! he has nothing against women's breasts! "I agree, I agree, miss. They are wonderful!" Wise nod.

           "But--wrinkly stick...?" damn kids and their creativity!

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{ ✡ } “…” Ah, you broke him.

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          | ⚔ | & he'd been pretty certain it'd work - why didn't it work?!  "Uh, wait--!  You're looking kinda scary there, Ja'far~. Need a kiss♥?"

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{ ✡ } “Do what to who—-? Stop shaking me!”

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          | ⚔ | "..." actually obeys, halting movements - wait a second, he's got the ultimate weapon against any threats --  "I love you, Ja'far!"

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{ ✡ } “Too late?”

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          | ⚔ | "I am... No! Ja'far, you mustn't! Don't do this to us-- to me!" drama king; seizes shoulders & shakes!

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{ ✡ }”C-calm down——-!”

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          | ⚔ | "... Am I too late?"

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          | ⚔ | "STOP RIGHT THERE!" a wild king appears!

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{ ✡ } Ja’far found solace in his office- It was his safe haven, somewhere he could think (sometimes about unspeakable things) and feel at ease. It was obvious he was telling the truth, for he preferred the cool temperature of his office to that of the heated outdoors, and the chimed laughter that left his King indicated that the Royal understood that.

That frown worried him, however- Such a sight on the Monarch’s visage was not becoming of him, as the King should always smile. Always. It was then that Ja’far thought that he had angered the man, the halting in once soothing notions indicating a negative outcome. Dainty, albeit scarred, extremities moved so palms could rest against the sides of the Royal’s face; whilst the man spoke up to him, he could feel his throat tighten up. It was difficult to breathe, and from what the King was saying… Well, Ja’far deserved nothing of it.

"All… All I need is you, my King." Cracked words left him, and he found himself allowing the other to bring him down- Back craned over, the light touch against brims causing a wavering exhale to escape between the parted lips, hitting against the opposing pair.

"And I too… I too am in love with the greatest man…" Fingers trembled for some reason, and Ja’far couldn’t fathom why… Though what he did know was that he wanted more than that thing that was probably meant to be a kiss. He moved, making the King sit up with relative ease and leaning over- He was tempted to please the violet locked male even further by sidling onto his lap, though would he really be pleased with some dead weight sat atop of him?

He wasn’t a woman, so he wouldn’t feel the same way.

"It’s alright if we…" If we kiss like last time? Should he really have been asking the man? In those novels (the ones that he shouldn’t really know about that were ‘hidden’ right at the back of the Palace’s library) that he had managed to find, permission was not usually received- Though that was fiction, and the line between that and reality was usually very different.

It was painfully obvious what the Sindrian wanted from his lover, for it was written all over his face.

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          | ⚔ | Blissfully, the general knew his way with words although the king was certain that it wasn’t on purpose; the smallest of confirmations, the briefest of affectionate sentences, could accelerate the beat of a heart and cause happiness levels to rise incredibly fast and high as well. That was possible even with a simple admittance of him needing the monarch. But, honestly, they needed each other, so it went both ways.

“I’m glad, Ja’far,” a bright smile, mixed with rosy cheeks, was upon his features as golden sight cast upwards in order to attentively look at the general and his expressions, the way face transformed with each emotion that was forced to surface and be demonstrated across pallid face. “But, that can’t be – you are the greatest man!” a laugh as he shifted his cranium, the idea of settling down for a nap was the most inviting at the moment but – a movement from the comfortable lap underneath and a guidance of hands gestured the king to sit up, altering any plans he might have had up until then.

Confusion easily plastered itself onto his face while a studying gaze attempted to decipher the intentions behind Ja’far’s actions; there was something that the younger man sought, a thing that would be satisfying enough for the freckled man.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out what was desired by his lover, however, since experience in this was something that Sinbad possessed (with women of course, but the basis was the same). A knowing smile passed over as body leaned in, closing the gap between them before hands settled on the general’s waist – as the purple-haired man guided Ja’far’s figure upwards and onto his lap, a kiss was nuzzled to a cheek. “Do you have to ask?” It’s kind of embarrassing like that –

venturing fingers traveled up and palm settled behind Ja’far’s cranium where they pressed for him to be gestured forth – a kiss pressed itself against those brims, rough and wanting and lingering – that was what his beloved adviser wished for, right?

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"You look like you’re dying, is paperwork really that horrible?"

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          | ⚔ | Oh, the lord has spoken! A savior! (Even if the king has absolutely no idea where this girl came from).

"I feel like my soul shatters into hundreds of pieces each time I must go through a document." Exaggeration was what fell from those parted tiers as cranium leaned forward; forehead pressed against desk. "Are you my savior?"

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          | ⚔ | Boring. Boring. Oh, look, more boring. Why must he go through this inhuman torture? Cue muttering of complaints about mean Ja'far.