#sasanknight

[ayana-kabila]

@sasan-knight from here

The woman had kind of been off in her own little world when the child came up to her, looking down at him with a surprised expression when he asked if she wanted to join them. She smiled lightly and hopped down off the counter, reaching down to pet the prince’s head. “Sure kiddo, I’ll join you two. Whatcha doing?”

[exgladixtor]

A Fanalis in a barrel

@sasan-knight starter

◤    The cold felt amazing. His back had open wounds on his back from a drunken beating that went to far. They had hoped to start a slave trade relationship with Sasan, and an exotic Fanalis child was a great deal. However, on the way his master had gotten really wasted, and whipped him to hard. The wounds hurt even worse than the animal claw marks and bitemarks from the animals he fought and killed in the arena. They decided it wasn’t worse the risk of selling defective product, so they just slipped him in the barrel. 

The cold had made his body go numb. He sighed in relief as the pain started to fade away.  The numbness felt so good that he groaned as someone moved him. He didn’t want to go inside where it was warm. Warmth would make his body hurt again. As the prince took him inside, he heard noises. Adults made gasping and loud noises. He thought he heard yelling and scuffling of feet. He knew the child who was dragging him was having a hard time. The chains on his feet were heavy with iron balls that only an adult or Fanalis could move while walking. He just groaned softly.    ◢

[aurea-mare-blog]

Smell meme // Sinbad would probably have a hint of lavender, rose, basil or rosemary as they are used not only in aromatherapy but also smell amazing, and Sinbad (in Spartos') eyes is the type of guy who would go all out in everything. He can also have a complex smell of fruit, nuts and an oak scent, from the wine he stores at the palace.

//wow, that comes very close to my hc for it, with just a few things (like cinnamon and eucalyptus) missing. Nice job!

[exgladixtor]

@sasan-knight​ continued from an ask

◤  The touch to his shoulder made him jump as he turned to the body next to him. He should have smelt the man getting closer, but the Fanalis was still adjusting to being blind. 

If he was honest with himself he wasn’t adjusting at all. In fact, he had thought about dying many times. He just turns away, “oh.” was all he answered.   ◢

[aurea-mare-blog]

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Meeting Spartos

@sasan-knight starter

◤    It had been a year since Mystras died. Everyone in Sinbad’s group mourned his death. And, while, Masrur was sad the young man had died, the two were never that close. Masrur spent his time with Sinbad, Ja’far, or Sharrkan. He didn’t know Mystras all that well. Now his brother, a prince from Sasan, was coming as the new representative. 

Sinbad and Ja’far were busy the day the ship arrived. The king had made Masrur go great the prince. It was logical since all the others had major roles to play in building Sindria, the still new country. Masrur still could not read or write well, and was to observant to be a leader. So, he was waiting at the docks when the prince’s boat arrived. He stood at the end of the peer with his hands behind his back, and old slave habit, one out of many, that he still has. The teenager waits for the prince to come down.    ◢

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♡ + Holidays

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Robin absolutely loves the holidays. She, if allowed, will go absolutely bonkers decorating everything in sparkly ornamentation and then proceed to bake enough sweets to feed an army, and not a small one either.

Her favourite holidays are Christmas, Valentines, and Halloween. Her least favourite is Mother’s Day.

[watermelonmagi]

@sasan-knight

Aladdin didnt often get to make trips just for himself anymore. He decided to pay Spartos a visit since he had the time. His staff resting against his shoulder and a smile on his face. “Spartos! Its been a long time!” The teenager grinned. Honestly almost the spitting image of his father, Solomon. Other than subtle differences courtesy of his mothers genetics of course.