#picklesandeggs

[the-smallest-star]

It wasn't often that Sinbad found himself feeling uncomfortable, but in that moment, he distinctly did. With a sigh and a rueful chuckle, he came to stop before Hannah, tucking one arm to his waist and bending in a joking bow. "My lady. I've been instructed to kiss the most recent people to come across my dashboard. So, if you'll forgive me..." He leant in, and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek; leaving a throaty chuckle in her ear as he drew away once more. "I'll be stealing one of those."

"I-It’s okay… thank you…"

//omfg XD the first time they interact and its a flipping kiss I’m dying

[cheldcrado]

Lost Treasure // Sinbad & Chel

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The dead of night- perfect for almost anything. Stargazing, exciting parties, romance even. For this girl, however, it was ideal for sneaking around undetected. While a large group of El Dorado's finest danced around a large bonfire, Chel slinked along in the shadows. Her hand dragged against a stone wall as she made her way down a secluded path. She was heading in the direction of the high temple. Kept inside this building was the city's most valuable riches. 

The olive toned woman navigated around wide pillars as she made her way in. As expected, the temple was left completely unguarded. Typically, the citizens of El Dorado had no desire to steal their own treasure. That is, except for her. Unlike the people, Chel longed to leave the island. She wanted to build her own future. Falling into the mundane life of an El Dorado woman was not in her plans. She created her own fate, not the "gods". She would seize adventure the moment she laid eyes on it.

And there it was.

Before her were large mounds of jewels, coins, and beautiful ornaments. Anything and everything a poor man could desire was in this very temple. The room stretched on further than the eye could see. It seemed like an eternity's worth of riches sat in the temple. In it's very center, upon a golden pedestal, was a dazzling jewel encrusted chalice. 

"Why hello bargaining chip, nice to meet you." Chel's lips perked upward against her cheeks. "You're going to buy my way outta here the next time I see a ship beyond those falls."

Step by step, she crept closer to the cup. It's reflection glimmered in her chestnut eyes. Chel's destiny was just in arm's reach. Her fingers stretched out from her palm to grab the neck of the goblet. 

"You're mine."

[goddess-of-the-flames]

An Unexpected Adventure II Closed Rp

Something didn't feel right. Pele jolted up from her sleep as if she had awoken from a bad nightmare, but she knew that it wasn't a nightmare that would be awaiting her. It was far worse. Getting up from her bed, she untangled from the sweat soaked sheets and nearly fell over onto the warm, stone ground in fear. Although she was shrouded in feelings of panic, the goddess couldn't help but notice that she felt rather odd. Looking down at her hands, she gasped when the usual faint, red glow that emanated off of her skin had now vanished...leaving her with a human like appearance. A human. No....it couldn't be. Pele thought shaking the head at the insane idea. She could never turn back into a human, she had been a fire goddess for thousand of years...and had tried to revert back to her original state. Nothing ever worked. So for her to be a human now would be a thought of insanity. Taking a few steps forward, she gasped as the hot air of the volcano surrounded her making it very difficult to breathe. Before she had time to react, Pele felt the heat start to fill her lungs and quickly ran over to her home's entrance to breathe the fresh, outside air in fear of suffocation. How was she not able to handle the heat? She thought again as she gasped the cool, refreshing air around her...her back hunched over and the fire goddess looked off into the distance of the Hawaiian islands. She felt tired, she felt weaker... Could she really be a human? Looking down to the floor, Pele picked up a sharp rock and sliced it into her nimble hand. Although crimson blood poured out, the matter if it would heal quickly or not would tell her what sort of fate she was going to expect for herself. After a few panic filled minutes, her hand kept bleeding and she shook her head in absolute horror. Pele was human....She was human. Feeling a fear of panic and paranoia hit her she looked around quickly, wondering what-or who exactly had done this to her. This is what she had always wanted...What she prayed for, for the last thousands of years. She felt as being a goddess was torture-hell in itself. But now that her prayers were answered, Pele didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.

[blinkingin-thestarlight-blog]

The Crown's Gone You Know (Rapunzel and Sinbad)

Rapunzel sighed with a smile on her face as she leaned against the door of the castle, the party her parents had thrown to celebrate her return was lovely but she needed a break. Quietly she made her way through the large empty halls, getting a bit lost on the way. "Where was my room?" The green eyed girl laughed quietly to herself, maybe she should have gotten Eugene to help her, he seemed to have memorized the entire palace. 

There were footsteps down the hall, maybe the could help her. Following the sound she called out, "Hello? I'm a little lost, think you could help-" Her eyes went wide when she realized he wasn't a servant. "Who are you?" Her voice was firm.

[nose-nippin-fun]

((IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE SEEN MY FACE AND HEARD MY SILENT SCREAM OF ELATION. SOMEHOW I KNEW. I JUST KNEW THE MOMENT KIT REVEALED HERSELF. HOLY EFFIN MANNY ON THE MOON PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED YOUR OTHER ACCOUNTS!?))

Sooo, you're Sinbad, huh? Heard some pretty killer stories 'bout your adventures on the high seas. Gotta say, I'm honored that a fellow rogue like you believes in me. 

[katyaauralee]

//Fingers feels a little bit better today, but I'm still only typing with one hand. Probably not gonna finish any replies. ; n ;

[katyaauralee]

A Time for Tales || Sinbad&Katya

All parts of space and time are connected. 

By little threads and little pieces of moments and memory that lingered on long after an event's place being filled. The great tree Yggdrasil had many a magical property, but one of it's most astounding is that every little branch, every leaf, every twig held a window to those places. Once in a while, Katya would find herself looking to and through those sticks, like points on a map. A map to everywhere and anywhen. 

Opening a bridge between two points took a substantial amount of energy. There were days when the spirit thought she possessed the strength to go somewhere only to find the doorway shutting in her face. Today held no such issue. She had found herself a lovely little stem that looked like it lead to a particularly interesting spot. Upon opening the crack, she waltzed her way through the vast whiteness until the streets of a bustling old town came to focus around her. 

Now the girl was usually one fond of the solitude given by confining oneself to her personal Arcadia. But from time to time she did enjoy festivals and wondrous parties where she could be lost amongst a crowd and entertain in the few things her woods could not offer. 

Unseen and untouched she meandered about, watching over shoulders as people bartered amongst each other. There was lively music playing around every corner, and brightly colored dancers to bring movement to the enchanting melodies. But perhaps most interestingly there was a mass gathered around one who seemed to have them all bewitched by their tongue. Katya recognized them immediately, a storyteller who she'd sat and overheard many a fantastic tale. Her smile threatened to split her cheeks in half as she rushed past and even through many festival-goers to get close enough to listen. 

On this day they were spinning a fable of some renowned sailor. A man of as many stories as he had treasures. The girl clasped her hands together, something new! She listened intently, enraptured. Trying to take in every word and remember it for later. There was something though, from the corner of her eye she saw a man. Who did not match the rest of the crowd. He stuck out in demeanor and expression. Not one of joy or interest such as the children and other adults. It was more of a coy pride. In a manner of speaking, he looked as if he were the one doted on. The prized mantle on which all the accomplishments sat. Could it be that his tale was the one being told? 

Was this the man they called Sinbad?

[gypsy-temptress-blog]

pickles-and-eggs has stumbled your way.

“Hand it over. I earned every last cent!” “The day a gypsy earns anything is the day I become king!” The raven haired traveler furrowed her brows further, yanking harder at her makeshift sack that jingle with coins every time it was pulled at her end, and then the guard’s. She had been working tireless hours in the day, dancing, and fortune telling for every coin, and it’d be a snowy day in a warm, Paris summer when she willingly gave her earnings up. "Well your highness, I think it’s time to turn down your nose. You might drown if it rains!” With a harsh sideways yank at her earnings, and a swift kick to the side the pretentious guard came tumbling down, her faithful friend, and sidekick, Djali adding his own with a back-hoofed kick before the two took off running. It’d been the same thing, time, and time again. A different city, the same problems. One would think she’d get used to it by now, but the gypsy girl longed for a place in her travels where her being didn’t cause such an upset by the minority, or mass. Her heart thumped hard against her chest, a few coins droppings at her side though she didn’t dare stop. Once she was sure the other guards had fell into a good distance, the sound of their footsteps behind her fading, she made a sharp turn into an alleyway, holding her breath so they wouldn’t hear the pants that released from her parted lips. A moment passed before she watched her pursuers speed by, and her breath settled. Eyes settling down at Djali, her slender hand reached behind his ear to scratch gently, a smile slowly raising at her lips. Though as soon as it came it had fled, turning into a frown, eyes narrowing, brows in a down turn as she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her.