#amatoresmare

[djinnkingsinbxd]

@amatoresmare

[maelsxtrom]

Reunion

@amatoresmare​ : taken from here

Sinbad was still stunned, staring with wide eyes at his mother and father. This... couldn’t be happening. This was an aberration, some sort of abnormality in the rukh. Else, it could be trap and the worst thing he could do was fall right into it.

But the temptation was just too great to resist.

“Father! Mother!”

Sinbad runs over, immediately pulling them both into a tight hug. They both felt so warm, so real. He takes a breath, attempting to hold back tears.

“I missed you both...so much...” 

[maelsxtrom]

"I knew you would grow up to be a great man, and now youre the king of your own country thats a safe haven for so many people.....Im very glad youve done so well for yourself, Sinbad." Badr smiled, leaning heavily on his wooden crutch while he kept his other arm around Esra. "We've been trying to see you all day, the guards finally let us in" Esra smiled, tilting her head to one side. (Amatoresmare)

“Father...? Mother...?”

Sinbad stared in awe, at loss for words. He’d come to the palace gates himself upon hearing that the guards saw someone who looked just like him. His mind was already running down the usual list of suspects - one of Yamuraiha’s disguise spells gone wrong, some of the town kids playing a prank, Sharrkan getting himself caught in the blueberry bushes again... 

But nothing prepared him for what he saw.

“Is it... really you?” 

[voyagerofthesun]

“T-This isn’t what it looks like, mom! I swear I didn’t know the goat followed me all the way back here...!”

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[voyagerofthesun]

(Amatoresmare) Hearing Sin answer the questions about him, Badr couldnt help pulling his son into a tight hug.

The solid warmth was familiar, easing the subtle aches in his heart. Sinbad returns the hug, hiding his grateful smile against his father’s shoulder.

“... ‘love you, dad.”

[voyagerofthesun]

((Amatoresmare) Esra had been staring at her son for several minutes before actually approaching him, never mind anyone else around as she stood on her tip-toes to wipe a crumb from breakfast off his cheek with her thumb and to fix. his turban. "Son, you have crumbs on your face and your turban is crooked" Badr wasn't there to stop her mom-ing their adult son.

They were in the middle of discussing trade problems brought about by unpredictable, unnatural storm surges in the west sea. An envoy was suggesting that they send a group of sailors to find the source of the problem. Sinbad was against it, saying they should not gamble with people’s lives- -

“- -Mh?”

The king’s brows furrow, an unmistakable flush rising on his cheeks.

“Mother, please. I’m in the middle of a meeting…!”