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âA toast... to the figures who guided us through our toughest times and darkest days. To the lone lighthouse standing atop turbulent waves, to the safe walls that hid us from danger.â
âHereâs to our mentors, to our teachers, to our fathers.â
Sinbad raised his goblet to the heavens. Perhaps it was a trick of light but he can almost glimpse a familiar grin beaming down at him.
âHereâs to you, dad.â
happy father's day
âWhy, thank you gray one- -â
âI accept this in behalf of all fathers-to-be! AhahaâŠâ
ăGood Morning.ă
What did you do/sacrifice to have such majestic eyebrows?
canât spell advice without vice: accepting
âOne word, gray one.â
âGenetics.â
How can you be so confident and proud with such horrible shoes? I really wish I had no shame like you!
canât spell advice without vice: accepting
âMy⊠shoes?â
Cue Sinbad glancing down at the pointy red and gold adornments.
âIâm afraid I donât understand. These shoes are fabulous like me!!â
kurosis :
â yâshut your damn mouth, youâre not the one with fist sized knots in his hair- ! â though if he kept that up for far too long, he was sure he could arrange to create some fist sized knots in the monarchs hair if he kept pulling and yanking so haphazardly at his tresses like this ( he honestly expected him to be better at this by now ).
â oh no, no, donât you give me that existential bullshit at this time of the day, i got no energy for that shitâ â came the grumbling reply, lifting his features to the other as he huffed gently, disturbing some of the plum strands that obscured Sinbadâs striking amber eyes.
stillâŠÂ â i know itâs been more than a few months⊠donâ ask me how i know, i just do in a way. it only matters tâme because last time i was gone for three years you went and remade the world like dough on a hot summer dayâ ⊠i suppose iâm just tired of missing things and comin back during inconvenient times of change⊠even now it still donât even feel like things are real in a way, but i guess iâll know if i ask youâ â
he paused then, lifting his chin, tilting his head just so:  â didâyou miss me ~ ? â
Said amber eyes widen for a fraction before briefly hiding behind sunkissed lids. The laugh that leaves Sinbadâs lips is warm, cascading like honey on toast.
âMany brilliant minds have gone to waste contemplating what is truly real and what is not. Perhaps you should just consider on what feels real, yes?â
He leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss on the Magiâs forehead.
âDoes the day miss the night? Perhaps not at first...but even the sun can grow weary. And then it will seek the darkness, reprieve from the light.â
Another kiss, this time on the tip of Judalâs nose.
âDid you miss me too?â
I was wondering my King...What do you do when you feel this urge to kiss someone who's right in front of you and you're both in a public and open place~?
canât spell advice without vice: accepting
Sinbad takes a step closer, that smirk on his face as unmistakable as the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.
ââŠI would recommend patience.â
Warm breath ghosting on marked skin, long lashes fluttering seductively before the king turns away.
âGood things come to those who wait.â
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World Views/Experiences â : Did they come from a religious family/culture? â©: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their familyâs? đż: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? đŁ: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? âš: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? đ: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? âŁ: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? đ: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? âȘ: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?
Locations đ : Whatâs a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? đ§: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? đ„: Whatâs a place that left them motivated in some fashion? đ: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? đ: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? đ: Where is the most unusual place theyâve fallen asleep at?
People â: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them? đ: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight? đ: What was their first love like? đ: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen? đ: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so? đ: Have they have sex? If not, are there any personal reasons why?
kurosis :
if you listen closely you can hear the distinct sound of his entire soul, or whatever is left of it, crying gently into the wind. he has⊠so much hair⊠so⊠so⊠so⊠so⊠so much⊠h a i râŠÂ  Â
 â o-ooowwwieeeGOD be GENTLE you SAVAGE ?! â heâs aware of exactly how whiney heâs being, but to be absolutely fair, heâd broken a comb in his hair on a knot exactly the size of his fist. shoving his entire face into the otherâs chest, he growled deeply, letting the sound peter off into a long loud sigh.
â i donât even know how it got thisâ fukkinâ bad, how tâfuck does hair get this bad i was ASLEEP iâm fukkin pissed what the hell.. â mumbling continued as he settled into the familiar scent of sinâs cologne before the thought came to him. â by the way, how longâs it been? i know iâve been asleep for a while but⊠iâm feeling a little more than just usual tired, ya feel? â
âYouâre such a princess~â Sin teased although he did slow down his untangling. Not that it seemed to be doing much. Maybe they can use some oil to loosen the tighter knots? How on earth did Judal even get his hair so messed up?
The magiâs query catches Sinbad off-guard.
How long has it been? He could barely remember himself.
âTime is an illusion,â he smiles, running his fingers through what they managed to release from the accursed knotty hell.
âWeariness, however, is not. Perhaps itâs been a few weeks, a month or so? And anyway, why should that matter? Itâs fine as long as weâre both still here. Persistence is its own reward.â
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âItâs always fun to watch you jump and sound similar to the girls in the markets when they see something they donât like.â He teased smoothly.
âYou know the geckos simply do what they what but for what ever reason they seem to listen to my call. I didnât birth any of them.â he chuckled. âIâm happy to see you out and about. Avoiding work, my king?â his eyes filled with amusement.
Sinbad gives Drakon a wry smile. It was one thing for someone to hear him scream like a girl, another for them to hear him doing so repeatedly. On more than one occasion. He ought to keep Drakon in a vow of unquestionable silence...
âAt least theyâre not wreaking as much havoc as before...â
The king gestures helplessly to his desk. It was difficult to know if there was even a table underneath, everything obscured by piles and piles of unfinished paperwork.
âHow can I avoid it? Work follows me wherever I go, Drakon. Itâs a curse.â
streetcrowned :
         âmore or less! it takes more than a little journey to get the best of me.           how have you been holding up?â
âIâve been well, thank you for asking. Busy as usual but thatâs just how it is when youâre trying to take over the wor- -â -cough-Â â- -trying to achieve world peace!â
streetcrowned :
      âI am alive and I have not been gone for three years ! âŠI call this a vast improvement!â
kicks his masterplan under the table
âAh, welcome back! Weâre glad to see you in one piece~â
kurosis :
  â oooh, nothing too inconvenient really ~ â he purred, skulking over like tar on marble   â i just need an eensy weensy teeny tiny lil favor from you ~ ~ ? â he hummed, laying half over the olderâs body like a cat requesting afternoon affections  â could you? â peck â possibly? â smooch â help me â kiss â brush all my goddamn hair iâve been in a coma for literally forever and i canât get these damn knots out iâm gonna cry istg â
Sinbad hummed, returning each and every kiss with a small peck of his own... until Judal finally reveals the âtrue purposeâ of his canoodling.
âYour hair?â
A quick glance confirms that the magiâs long locks have indeed evolved into some sort of physical manifestation for the gordian knot. Or perhaps several gordian knots.
âCâmere,â the violet-haired man carefully repositions himself, allowing Judal to rest his head on his chest as one long arm reached for the nearby brush. (Although he might need a rake at this point.)
âI might find several galaxies in here...â Sin murmurs with a chuckle as he begins untangling.
If you're naked and you know it cap your hands!! -LOUD CLAPPING-
*claps even though he has no idea whatâs going on*