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@karsiia  replied to your post “|| Yunan would get along with Lindel from The Ancient Magus Bride,...”

if you've ever watched akatsuki no yona, Ik-Soo is basically Yunan's twin

I REMEMBER THE FIRST EPISODE I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM HOMFG 

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she looks away in an attempt to not have to see how broken he is. he had always greeted her with a smile, with open arms... she remembers the days when he left with sinbad for travels and how she always ran to him first ( mostly to annoy her mother ) now she feels regret over such childish actions, she should have been more of a loving daughter, ask sinbad to play with her more and ignore the people who said ‘your mama is very busy now, go and ask masrur’. 

maybe she shouldn’t have left for her adventures. if she had never met aladdin, perhaps nothing of this would have happened, maybe she’d sit here in this room now with her parents, all three dressed in sindrian clothes, laughing together.

when he speaks she frowns a little and her head suddenly turns to face him “hate... her? I thought... I’d never! I thought you’d hate me... or the part I played. for everything I did, I harmed her, you... Sindria, the company... I decided to be Balbadds princess but all Balbadd ever did was take and take away from me while you gave me so much and how did I repay it...?!”

suddenly the tears are there and she doesn’t feel like a grown woman anymore but rather like a little child. like during one of those nights when the nightmares of the slums haunted her and she ran to him or sinbad for comfort.

“I miss her --- ! I miss her so much, I miss Mama, and I miss you... I just want to come back here. I want it to be alright. I want you to be angry at her for teaching me a reckless move, or for allowing me to jump down the walls... I want Mama to try to make awful coffee for you... I am sorry Papa, I am sorry... but... I never hated her. or you. I just wanted us to be okay again.”

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“Best not look at me like that, you know. Such a threatening stare by the king’s advisor himself might make me think you mean me some kind of harm. Though I’m sure I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

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karsiia replied to your post

paimon voice but def not paimon no sir: u should love that love and chaos djinn i bet that would work

???? Must have been the wind....

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karsiia replied to your post:…is it too late to elope to Kou?

take me with you

I'll get the rest of the kids, you get us one of Pisti's flying birds

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karsiia replied to your post:                                                  ...

….he started it

......As much as I can believe that, you were the one to call him an ass first....

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“...” golden eyes looked at the adviser, the usual happiness and excitement  completely lacking. “I wanted to see my homeland one time” she explained with a silent voice before frowning. “you and mother never told me that balbadd was suffering like that.” she knew poverty had been the reason her mother had left but she had assumed that anise was just one unlucky woman - not that the entire kingdom was like that. “but... if you are here...” she hesitated for a moment before sighing - he’d find out sooner or later anyway -. she grabbed her dagger and with some mumbled words separated herself from the other fog troupe members with a wall of flames.

             “retreat ! there are other djinn users in the city, and they will not                 be on our side, I will deal with them by myself! tell Cassim and               his group to retreat as well... now !”

watching the group retreat into several directions she took in a deep breath before turning back to Ja’far. “... where is mom? you’d never be here if she wasn’t around somewhere.”

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Being killed by Sinbad once could only do so much to curb Ithnan’s attitude. And so-upon seeing the king’s right hand, Ithnan could barely stop himself from curling his lip in arrogance and derision. 

But he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth, even though doing so would probably give him away as someone other than a casual citizen.

“Still following him around like a lapdog?” the magician hummed, eyes going to the white haired man’s as a smile curled on his lips. “How quaint. It’s good to see s o m e people never change.”