#wielderoftheseven

[emperorofkou]

wielderoftheseven started following you

"Good to see you again, King Sinbad. I hope you're doing well?"

[azure-goddess]

Unfamiliar countenance approached, it seems, and the beauty of twenty-two summers found herself acknowledging the individual in laconism, azure orbs scanned the features of her guest carefully. Lifting herself up from the seat, she placed her hands in front of her lap, lowering her head slightly in order to display respect, then strolled over to the visitor of the inner palace.

"State your name and business. Immediately."

[pessimisticstrategist-archived]

"My apologies there. I did not wish to be rude. I am Xu Shu. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[spartosoftheeightgenerals]

wielderoftheseven replied to your post:Spartos is judging everyone who’s participating...

//Ja’far is going to need to be appointed head Therapist.

[he would probably lash out later because the therapy for sin would cost a lot. XD]

[spartosoftheeightgenerals]

cantwaitxtobeking reblogged your post and added:

"He’s trying to kill me, Spartos! I didn’t even do anything wrong!"

-Hides behind the red-haired general with tears in his eyes-

wielderoftheseven reblogged your post and added:

"HE STARTED IT"

"Please your Majesty, don't pick on your younger self. Please try to be more mature."

"And please Young Master, do not tease your older self. It is disrespectful to do such act to those who are older than you."

[haemaatic-blog]

"This is what you get for working yourself too hard," Sinbad shifted his weight to sit beside the other atop the blankets, moving to settle a cool cloth over the top of their head. They needed to draw the fever away from his eyes, though if it couldn't be helped, he at least knew of one other way to draw it out through heat. "Just relax, I've asked Yamuraiha to procure colder water."

My character has a high fever and is hallucinating. How does your character calm them down?

⊱ He really hated being sick, and the way the room spun and especially the way his limbs felt heavier than usual. He scrunched his nose and scowled, drawing his jaw in tight. The cloth felt good on his head. Still, he swatted at Sinbad's hand, trying to draw himself back into a sitting position. His eyes crossed for a minute when he managed to get himself up on his elbows. "Shut up. I'm fine. I have things to do." He huffed and grumbled. He never made a good patient.