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ofseven wants to be king —

◤ ❝Hey, stupid king! I came all this way to see you so you better be happy to see me!❞ ◢

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“What do you mean ‘I came all this way?’ I’m the one who visited you this time!”

#is king*

curse-fate:

◤ He was still asleep, for better or worse, and with every languid breath bared muscles rose and fell. A half eaten peach threatened to slip from sticky fingers, forgotten in his lap. ◢

For Judal to be stretched out so prone before Sinbad, he must have been well and truly exhausted. The King collected the half-eaten peach and set it aside, on its own dish, so that the others that still sat upon their silver platter, would not be disturbed as it floated lazily upon the ice bath. Like this, Sinbad could liken Judal to a cat. A cat who only exposed his stomach to those he could trust to not harm him. However, if he were to poke that same stomach, it would cost him flesh and blood. “You’re just as lazy as the wind.”

“It’s been so quiet, lately... even the wind’s too lazy to blow.”

#open

“Hm... maybe if I added some more length to the braid...” Doodles Judal making a Ja’far snowman (or Ja’far into a snowman?) instead of doing work.

#open to mutuals

curse-fate:

◤ ❝Hey, don’t talk to me like you talk to your whores. I don’t buy into that shameless crap.❞ ◢

“Would you put that away?!”

curse-fate:

◤ ❝Don’t fuck with my hair, stupid king! What’re you being clingy for? I’m not giving you any freebies…❞ ◢

“Who said anything about giving? If I want something, I’ll take it.”

curse-fate:

◤ ❝You’re the one who wanted me to go away, stupid king!❞ ◢

“That was a while ago. You haven’t been around, and here I find you walking around like you have nothing to do.”

i heard a rumor you prefer men

“Why be picky? A beautiful person is a beautiful person. Women are soft and tender, and men have hard edges, but both are wonderful in their own ways.”

#of course my true love is sindria #Anonymous

curse-fate

“Stop ignoring me.”

#cursefate

arachniablade:

❦ ー “You should know better than to ask a woman her age you shameless man,” The princess hissed behind clenched teeth. Her hand reached for the sword she had managed to keep with her despite her struggles and drew the blade from its sheath. In a matter of moments the tip of the finely crafted metal pointed direct to the king’s jugular, her eyes not once leaving his person.

Time may have passed between them, but her hatred had not. How could one forget such an act of selfishness that had caused her and her people so much misery? Parthevia had never recovered from this and she would forever hold Sinbad at blame as a result. Some things even time could not heal.

“I hear you’ve obtained a title as ‘king’–a title a commoner should never own,” it insulted everything that she was, “Tell me Sinbad, are you a king that actually serves his country now; or a king of shameless deeds? I guess we’ll find out.”

With a warning, her blade pulled back just enough to leave a breathable air between the sharpened blade and his neck. The Spider princess slashed a clean and skillful cut once through the air, before resting the blade again at her side. When dealing with a man like Sinbad, one must never let their guard down. She had been foolish enough to do so once, but she would not make that same mistake again. ー❧

So not only was she just as shapely as she had been in her teens, Serendine was just as sharp--and her blade was no different. Sinbad did not flinch at the flash of steel, whether against his neck or held before it so that he could see its gleam.

“Yes, I’ve become a king now--and I earned it through sweat, not through blood. Well, yes, through blood, but not the same as you.” Serendine’s poor opinion of Sinbad only amused him. So she could hold a grudge, even after so many years? Amazing! He wondered how his country could handle nine spectacular generals at its helm instead of eight. Though he felt that such a proud princess would not go on bent knee in Sindria’s name, or any other than Parthevia! “I am a king who does what is best for his country. I wish only to see it prosper as all rulers do.” He insisted. “Though I think that I understand a little better, now... what being a real ruler means.” Perhaps now that they were both older and wiser, he could possibly relate to her more...? Only time would tell!

#cmon bb don't do me that way #i only cut off your top and took you hostage bc ilu #it isn't like i'd do that now #the hostage taking part that is #wink wink

arachniablade:

ofseven

❦ ー “I still will not forgive you. No matter what you do or say, no matter how you treat us, you are still the enemy in my eyes. I cannot let your actions to the empire go so easily,” the former princess folded her arms under her chest, holding her own against the adventurer.

Serendine’s pride would simply not allow her to throw all she had been raised under to the wind. Even if her empire faded and her title was stripped her pride would not be taken from her. It was all she had now. ー❧

“Serendine? You’ve hardly aged a day! You’re what... 30, now? 32? You can’t even tell. You scowl the same way, too!” Though her imperial pride, strengthened through generations of being honed by royalty and through victory, would not allow her any reprieve from her upbringing, Sinbad had no such tethers. He spoke freely, like the ocean undulating against the shore, and left the same impact; his words left little as it had been before. While the ocean often brought change to the sand, it was mostly unchanging in and of itself. Sinbad was the same--though he now bore the title of ‘King’ upon his strong shoulders, his eyes moved from ample bosom to curvaceous thigh, admiring the former princess’ delightful figure. No, they certainly didn’t make women like they did in the Parthevian Empire...!

#hey bb #leans against wall #sorry for ruining ur empire u doin anything later