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red-string-assassin kurosis
“Just when I thought you were finally out of my hair…”
listen, i have 7 feet of hair, freckles.
if you think you can ‘get me out of your hair’ you’re in for some real disappointment.
hair is 40% of what i’m about
DRAKON IS A FURRY - 2017
@red-string-assassin : taken from here
“It’s actually a very interesting story!”
Cue Sinbad parking himself on the nearest bench, apparently enjoying the ‘nice breeze’ caused by his most recent mishap.
Esra sighed, albeit softly. Honestly... Ja'far was a hard worker, something she'd come to learn rather well since she'd found her way to Sindria, but to work through two meals in one day? Sinbad had advised her to simply let the man work, to not bother him, but after tugging his ear until he got to his own work, she'd found herself unable to rest without doing something for her son's closest friend.
And yet, this was not the sight she'd expected to find when she'd taken a tray of food into the official's office. Stacks of papers and scrolls practically lined his desk, the man himself staring at the document he'd been working on for god knows how long with such intensity she was surprised it hadn't caught on fire yet. Part of her wondered how much of it was his own work, and how much of it things Sin had put off... She needed to have a talk with her son, really. Passing things off to Ja'far like this was not how a king did his job.
“Ahem- Ja'far?” With the reminder to scold tucked into the back of her mind, the mother in her rose to the foreground, and Esra ducked past several stray scrolls on the floor to approach the advisor's desk. “Forgive me for interrupting, but it's not good to skip meals like this. You need to eat- I've brought you a tray for dinner, and I won't take no for an answer.” But she would wait until he made room for it, unwilling to possibly dirty such important work. She was proud of him, of Sin, of everyone who worked so hard to make the kingdom they stood in; she'd not risk that for anything. “The fish smells delicious. You have some talented cooks here.” So said the woman who'd been there for four months.
@red-string-assassin
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“Oh the b l i s s of ignorance. Stay that way. You’ll be happier for it.”
Daybreak
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Three years.
It takes three years for Sindria to be rebuilt from ruins, three years for him to find the courage to set foot on the sunkissed beach he once called home. One year spent trying to pick up the pieces, two years wasted on pretending that he could be happy as someone he was not.
But the guilt followed him, trailed him during daylight while nightmares haunted his evenings. Not the enticing burn of wine nor the fleeting kisses of a sweet village girl can make him forget the responsibilities he abandoned in a feeble attempt to grasp that which can not be perceived. And although he did succeed... it was at a cost he alone did not pay.
“You’re drifting off again, Bahir.”
He stirs, self-consciously pulling the cloak tighter over his head. Bahir. A false name for an equally false life. The smile he offers his companion does not reach his eyes but they pretend it does anyway. Several years have not diminished his charm in the slightest.
“I’m just nervous,” he murmurs. “Sindria is so much bigger than I thought.”
His companion barks out a laugh before patting his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it.”
He slips away from their group in the hustle and bustle of the weekend market. Calloused feet and a worn mind lead him to the backstreets, up a hidden stairwell now covered in ivy and pale pink blossoms. He avoids stepping on them, carefully picking his way through only to fall prey to thorns hiding in the overgrown bushes. The sharp sting does not make him falter, neither does the sight of a familiar courtyard now filled with lush green grass and several pieces of broken mortar.
Above him stood the palace towers, their walls mottled with patches of fresh concrete. Just behind them is the sparkling crystal dome - missing several pieces here and there but breathtakingly beautiful nonetheless.
Despite his fear, his guilt, his self-loathing... he couldn’t help that small sigh of relief.
Home.
He was home.
@red-string-assassin
Sinbad tries to focus on his breathing, tries to suppress the panic mingling with the raw adrenaline coursing through his veins as his world remained in complete darkness. He tugs experimentally at the rope around his wrists, finding them as unyielding as before.
He senses someone approach, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling.
“Ja’far...?”
