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@consequor continued from here
Esra beamed with happiness, reaching up to hug her mother.
“Thank you!” Esra said with a smile, pulling away to twirl around. She was so happy her mother approved of it.
“Of course, the purple is from Dad,” she chuckled, ““I knew he’d like it.”
he who dreams of a world with no war, impoverishment, or suffering. an enigma who should by all means be regarded as nothing but a myth—- high king of the seven seas, dungeon capturer, first class singularity; the man known as SINBAD. /// ind. sinbad from the magi & sinbad no bouken series. captured by ISLA. ©
Another Thing Coming
@renewed-singularity continued from here
Her face fell and a small frown appeared on her face, “That’s why I’m training extra hard with my djinn. I need to defend myself better.”
She walked over to her father and gave him a gentle hug, “I’ll be alright, Daddy. Anyways, who would dare fight the daughter of the High King of the Seven Seas?”
She had recently found out they almost gained her a nickname, especially from her times out at sea and capturing three dungeons. Daughter of the Ocean Blue they called her. She believed it fit her.
“I was thinking about a spar later today, with Asmodeus? I finally gained his respect and loyalty, for him being the djinn of seduction and manipulation. Can I spar with Focalor?”
Resist the urge to lecture. RESIST.
“As though I trust anyone else to spar with you while you’re not fully healed yet,” he sighed, smiling as he put a hand on top of her head “I’ll push but won’t go too far.”
Asmodeus finally got his head out of his ass, huh?
“Sounds like me and Focalor, to be honest,” Sinbad continued “you did a good job.”
Esra smiled, placing her hand on the hilt of her sword.
”Can we spar now? Of course where others won’t get hurt. Like the over the ocean a few miles out?”
She really wanted to try fighting with Asmodeus, and he had a pretty powerful equip if used right.
”And also,” she whispered, “Don’t tell Mom about this.”
“Well, I was due for my daily training regimen anyway,” he laughed at that “I look forward to seeing what you two are capable of, sweetheart.”
He wondered what Asmodeus was like, and what sort of power he gave Esra. Well, now was the chance for Sinbad to find out!
Esra gave a laugh, “I’ll head to the back, and go out until Sindria is more faded against the horizon.”
Then she turned on her heels and walked towards the back of the palace, where she exited through a door and saw the blue ocean, calm and quiet.
Hearing her dad behind her, she unsheathed her sword and said, “Spirit of Seduction and Manipulation, dwell within my body, Asmodeus!” Her sword glowed in and a fury of flames, she appeared in her equip.
Her once white hair was now cobalt black, two golden horns sprouting from the top. She had a golden third eye on her forehead, and scales covered her cheeks. She had a high, reptile like collar behind her neck, and it connected with scales that stretched down from her shoulders and barely covered her bust. She had the bottoms on full display.
On her arms were feathers, and her wrists and fingers had been decked out in gold. Her bottom wear was a simple red and gray undergarment that covered all of her modesty down there. Her shoes were red and orange, with spikes rising from them like flames.
She had a gray cape flowing behind her with torn edges, and two pairs of cloths were beside her. Two orange, two red.
She didn’t seem to mind the slight exposure, besides, Asmodeus dealt with lots of fire power. She would get hot.
Another Thing Coming
@renewed-singularity continued from here
Her face fell and a small frown appeared on her face, “That’s why I’m training extra hard with my djinn. I need to defend myself better.”
She walked over to her father and gave him a gentle hug, “I’ll be alright, Daddy. Anyways, who would dare fight the daughter of the High King of the Seven Seas?”
She had recently found out they almost gained her a nickname, especially from her times out at sea and capturing three dungeons. Daughter of the Ocean Blue they called her. She believed it fit her.
“I was thinking about a spar later today, with Asmodeus? I finally gained his respect and loyalty, for him being the djinn of seduction and manipulation. Can I spar with Focalor?”
Resist the urge to lecture. RESIST.
“As though I trust anyone else to spar with you while you’re not fully healed yet,” he sighed, smiling as he put a hand on top of her head “I’ll push but won’t go too far.”
Asmodeus finally got his head out of his ass, huh?
“Sounds like me and Focalor, to be honest,” Sinbad continued “you did a good job.”
Esra smiled, placing her hand on the hilt of her sword.
”Can we spar now? Of course where others won’t get hurt. Like the over the ocean a few miles out?”
She really wanted to try fighting with Asmodeus, and he had a pretty powerful equip if used right.
”And also,” she whispered, “Don’t tell Mom about this.”
Another Thing Coming
@renewed-singularity continued from here
Her face fell and a small frown appeared on her face, “That’s why I’m training extra hard with my djinn. I need to defend myself better.”
She walked over to her father and gave him a gentle hug, “I’ll be alright, Daddy. Anyways, who would dare fight the daughter of the High King of the Seven Seas?”
She had recently found out they almost gained her a nickname, especially from her times out at sea and capturing three dungeons. Daughter of the Ocean Blue they called her. She believed it fit her.
“I was thinking about a spar later today, with Asmodeus? I finally gained his respect and loyalty, for him being the djinn of seduction and manipulation. Can I spar with Focalor?”
Is this what his mom went through when he was a pre-teen? He's mentally apologizing to her a million times over now. "Esra, my dear, just what do you think you're doing?" (renewed-singularity)
Esra looked at her father, her snowy white hair in a perfect long braid down her back. Her metal vessels were on her, the armband on her left arm, her sword sitting on her belt, and her ankle brace around her right leg.
She cocked her head in confusion, “What do you mean?” She had only gotten up to go help her mother for a while. Her brother was out on a small trip, getting away from royal life.
He was the youngest, and needed a vacation. Esra was next in line to take the throne, and needed to stay.
Then she remembered, “Oh! Is this about the incident with me getting in a fight yesterday?” She still had bandages around her stomach, where she had been stabbed because she had been too reckless. Luckily, Yamuraiha healed the worst internal injuries. Esra was fine.
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There She Is
@tinypowerhouse continued from here
Esra giggled, “I’m looking for my daddy. He said he’d be here.”
She was referring to her father; the king of Sindria, the High King of the Seven Seas. Sinbad.
She had fancy clothing on with a small tiara on her head, her long, white hair was in a braid and her golden eyes were filled with curiosity.
So Stubborn
She. Didn’t. Let. Go.
The little girl was wanting to spend time with her father. She was just as stubborn as her mother when Sinbad wasn’t getting his work done.
Ja’far was busy also, sending Esra to Hinahoho but she of course went to her dad.
“You are always busy,” She whined, “Mom is busy too. I have nothing to do.”
That was of course a lie, playing with her grandfather was always an option. And her uncles and aunts.
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“Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”
Terrible First Meeting
Esra dropped the flashlight immediately, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were an actual person!”
She had heard weird noises and left the safety of the mansion to investigate, and ran into a young man by accident.
“Was it you making all that noise out here?”
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“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”
No Alcohol
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🔥 “ Because good girls like you don’t drink alcohol when this young. I don’t
know what got into Sinbad but I’ll have a talk with him after. “ For now he grabs and drapes a blanket over his niece then checks her temperature.
“ You’re burning up no joke. What you need right now is some tea and tons of rest. I’ll go ask someone to bring you some tea and medicine, ok? “
Esra held onto the blanket, pouting slightly, “Fine......”
“My mom already got me some tea,” She said, pointing to a small kettle and cup on a tray which rested on a table beside her couch. Ja’far had made some herbal tea for his daughter to drink so she could relax.
“I haven’t gotten medicine yet, Mom wants to make sure this fever is not part of something more serious. He’s monitoring it though, he’s due to check on me in a few minutes anyway.”
No Alcohol
@miles-xanthous continued from here
“Why not?” Esra whined again, looking over the top of the red couch to make eye contact with Alibaba.
“Dad said I could have some,” she said, her cheeks visibly red from the fever she had been running since this morning, “I just want some relief from this fever.”
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“None of you need to be concerned with romance, you’re far too young for those sorts of things.”
“Mom, I swear it isn’t me in this.”
”Not this time anyway.”
I Fell Out Of A Tree
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@voyagerofthesun continued from here
Her wrist was bandaged and lifted in small sling so the healers could look at it soon.
She swallowed, forcing her father’s words down her throat.
“I’m sorry, I just-” She cut herself off, “I just like to adventure. See what I can do, see what I can’t do.”
“I’m sorry, Father.”
At least she seemed contrite. That eased Sinbad’s worries a slight bit.
“Esra, I can’t blame you for seeking adventure. Why, when I was your age I’d often take reckless risks but…”
The king leans down to lift his robe up to his knee. A thick white scar ran down behind his leg, ending just before his ankle. It crisscrossed with smaller, wispier markings that hinted at various less-serious injuries.
“Always consider if you stand to lose more than what you can gain. And never forget that you have loved ones who wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Am I understood?”
Esra knew both her parents had scars, her mother had shown her his many times before.
But this was the first time she ever saw her father’s scars.
She was silenced by the lines carved into her father’s skin.
She took about ten steps forward, using her good hand to grasp her father’s.
”Understood,” she replied softly.
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