I DON’T HAVE THE WILL POWER TO FINISH ALL MY DRAFTS….
I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO KURO’S…..
I DON’T HAVE THE WILL POWER TO FINISH ALL MY DRAFTS….
I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO KURO’S…..
Crimson eyes tracked the king’s movement; almost wary of what he intended to do. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased, but it wasn’t all that obvious as to what he was irritated about.
Unable to stop herself, she flinched lightly when he reached out to touch her, his hand warm against her cold cheek. She had stopped feeling truly warm a long while ago and it seemed almost as if the bitterness of winter had seeped into her bones to make her just as bitter.
For some reason relief was shown in Sinbad’s eyes and she wasn’t sure what he could possibly be relieved about. There wasn’t really anything for her to be relieved about other than the fact that they had a place to stay and places to bathe and other commodities she hadn’t had available to her. But it all made her chest ache and her throat burn. He was just being nice, just being hospitable and it was something that, naturally, a king would do.
Her eyes narrowed a tiny bit as she saw his lips twitch lightly as if he seemed to be fighting back a smile. She knew that it was a bad thing to come here, but she hadn’t had much choice. The trader wanted to show her off to The King of Sindria in hopes that he would find her interesting enough to buy. Well, he got his wish and now Judal didn’t really feel as if it were any more accommodating than how it was when she was a slave.
A soft but calloused thumb brushed against her cheek and she felt her throat swell and then tighten while she fought back tears. She never had really received much in the way of comforting touches before so the action was lost on her.
Although in her heat it seemed that she knew that the tenderness of the action was reserved solely for her and it made her want to cry, want to bury her dirtied face against his pristine robes and sob.
She was swept up in a wave of overwhelming feelings that she had never felt before. There had been no time for love or sadness growing up, there had been fear and joy, but nothing that she could differentiate from everything else, and from the monotony of everything she was to do.
As a child she hadn’t understood any of it, and even now she didn’t fully understand.
Judal swallowed slightly, watching Sinbad, searching his face for anything familiar, and freezing slightly when Sinbad lightly brushed his lips against her. It was a brief contact and she didn’t know what to do. Tenderness was foreign to her, the week they had spent together long forgotten. His gaze was so soft when he pulled away, golden silk that seemed to caress over her face as he watched her.
She didn’t know what to say to him, nor did she think that she could speak. She swallowed again, trying to desperately hold back the tears that threatened to form. Why was he being so nice to her?
It wasn’t as if Sinbad had ever been cruel to her or treated her harshly, but he was acting in a way she hadn’t even seen him as. He was like a completely different person with those liquid pools of gold searching her face.
His thumb continued to caress her cheek, her skin warming under his touch and the desire to hold his hand to her face and weep was intensifying by the moment. Her fingers twitched lightly where they lay in her lap, wanting to grab onto something, to grab onto him.
There was a pause where he seemed to want to speak before he actually did speak. Did she think he could protect her? She wasn’t sure of the answer, but she figured that he could protect her, could help protect Shaina and that was what was important. Despite the fact that the questions seemed to have come out of nowhere, she didn’t really question them because she knew that the answer would eventually be shown to her despite the fact that she didn’t want to think of that.
Judal didn’t want to think of the inevitability of what would happen to Sindria if she stayed here, but she didn’t have any other place to go. She would be lying to say that she didn’t want to stay here, that she didn’t want to be by Sinbad’s side. For some reason he seemed so much different now than he had a year ago. She wondered if it was because of Shaina.
When his hands lightly wrapped around her wrists, she couldn’t help but glance down. They were tight on her, but his grip didn’t hurt. When she glanced back up to his face, he seemed to be intensely concentrating on something or just lost deeply in thought. His thumbs rubbed against the marks and she managed to detect a little bit of sadness in his eyes and perhaps a bit of regret although she didn’t know what he could be regretting. It almost seemed impossible that Sinbad of all people could have such visible regrets.
Blinking in surprise when his face came back up to her, determination showing on his face, she had to pause for a moment and wonder what her answer was to his question. She wanted to ask him why he wanted to protect her, what the reason was and if it was just because of the life of the child they had created together.
Before she could have a chance to really relay her thoughts to Sinbad, he started speaking and all she could do was silently sit there and watch him. He was different and she didn’t really know why.
By the time she managed to get a word in, the entire situation seemed to be spiralling. But it didn’t seem to be going out of control, everything just seemed to be spinning around her and Sinbad and she wasn’t sure why.
“If you want to talk about it later, Shaina and I could use a bath and a decent meal. I haven’t really tried giving her anything solid, but a bath would be good for now, or food. I don’t really care which we do first.” She paused for a moment, watching him again. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your bed with Shaina while I take one of those couches.” She didn’t expect to sleep in the same bed as him, had very little hope that it would ever happen.
Shaina had never experienced the softness of a real bed and Judal had slept on many couches before so it wasn’t anything new to her. But at the moment it was Sinbad’s choice on where they would sleep, what would happen to them and if there was even a remote chance of Shaina having a life here – with or without Judal.
Sinbad had never been much on showing emotion and hiding it had become something he became quite accustomed to. However, it was hard trying to hide so much inside of him—his thoughts, his emotions, his worries—when the woman before him looked so broken and close to tears. She looked tired, haggard, like she’s been on a long, long journey. Funny how it had only been a year—or perhaps a couple of months since they’ve last met. He had never been one to count the days a woman had left his bedside, of course, but he could take an educated guess.
He pulled his hands away from her wrists, much to his dismay and smiled at her. His smile was gentle, as was his eyes; he had wanted to at least make Judal welcomed. He didn’t want to pressure her into too much or do anything triggering, for that matter. He didn’t know how much trauma she’s been through these past few months. “Right, a bath will do you some good.”
His eyes glanced over at Shaina for a split second, but he had been too nervous to make any sort of conversation about the child. He couldn’t tell why he had been so nervous, but it was quite obvious, seeing how his mouth seemed to have run dry. He left it at that—a topic he’ll question later.
"We could get you a few servants to help you, unless you want to do this alone?" He could have made a guess that she wanted to be either alone or only with him. From what it seemed like, she looked like she could cry at any second and was containing herself just for the sake of not looking like a fool. Still, Sinbad had longed to pull her to his chest and tell her it’d be alright.
…Except, the only thing he had against that idea was that he himself was against the idea physically, if that had made any sense. He sadly could not see himself as the man to comfort her. He didn’t deserve to be a man she looked up to for strength if she had been taken away like this so easily. He could have done better, he should have done better.
He should have had the power to protect her. Saying he could protect her now held absolutely no water if she needed protection before all this. It was like putting a lock on a treasure chest after the treasure had been raided years ago. It was much, much too late to try to fix things. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to mend them as well as he could.
The monarch placed a hand on her shoulder and began walking her towards his own personal bathroom. Forget his question, he could help her into the bath himself. She deserved more than just this, after having gone through so much.
Funny, it’s like I grew a heart because she had left.
He wasn’t saying he had no heart, he never really had a good heart, he should say. His views were skewed in some ways, but that did not keep him from following his own dreams and desires. He knew what was good for the world, even if others disagreed.
"Why don’t you sit down and undress?" He suggested when they had entered the bathroom. He pointed to a small bench like object in the corner of the room. It was meant to be a table of sorts, if he could recall properly. He used to put his wines and fruits on it while he bathed, but it was empty now. He usually used the communal baths to speak with his generals. "I’ll set the water up."
Hm, she hadn’t really thought of what she would have done if he had stopped half way through. It seemed ridiculous that he would anyways. Unable to help herself, she nuzzled closer to him, enjoying his scent that wrapped around her and his own natural warmth that seemed to just radiate from him and soothe her whenever she needed it.
At the moment, him simply being right next to her, despite their lack of clothing, was nice and it made her feel content. She was still curious about what else they could do together in regards of sex, but she figured if he wasn’t going to give her a concise answer at the moment, there wasn’t really much point in continuing to ask him. At least for now.
Long fingers suddenly started to slide and rake through her unbound hair, Sinbad obviously trying hard not to catch on any of the tangles that had accumulated. While she loved the feeling of his fingers raking through her hair, she couldn’t help but feel his touch send little shivers through her.
“Well as innocent as I am, I’m still yours for a week, maid or not.” But his reply to that, him teaching her only if he felt the need to made her raise a brow.
She pulled back, moving to straddle his lap. “I didn’t think that the high King of the Seven seas would be so willing to leave it at just one round. Never really thought of you as a ‘One round only’ kind of man, Sin. I would have thought that you’d have more stamina than that. Well, unless you’re allowing your age to show through and you’re allowing it to affect your performance. Or should I say lack thereof.” Judal couldn’t help but tease him, his touches having sparked arousal in her.
Since he was the only person she had given herself to, there were many things about herself that she had yet to explore. “Or maybe you’re too tired to take advantage of the opportunity of having me all to yourself for a week with no interruptions and with the ability to find any certain spots that are, well, good.” Really, she was planning on being his magi and he couldn’t really prove that the rumours about his sexual prowess were true. “Or maybe you were just exaggerating when you wrote those stories because it certainly doesn’t seem like they could possibly be true.”
She was goading him on and it made her curious and made her wonder on if he would take the bait or not.
As much of a complex Sinbad had against his age, he was no fool. He wasn’t blind the carrot Judal had been hanging before his eyes. He could have easily declined her, but her goading had sparked a fire in his still very childish heart. He had only himself to blame for taking the bait so easily.
"You speak as if I’ve already become an old man. From what I can tell, I am still quite young; quite attractive; and my head is not full of white hair." Contrary to belief, Sinbad was most definitely not growing white hairs at this age. The palms of his hands ran across her thighs lightly, in a back and forth motion. Her skin had been soft against his sword calloused hands and for a moment, he felt as though he could have been content with just touching her. As much as an airhead he is, sometimes, he definitely was not going to go overboard with that one.
A light chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled his hands away from her. He shouldn’t keep touching her; it’d ruin the effect of having her yearn for him, after all. Doing something too many times is just as bad as not doing them at all. A good moderation and limit was healthy in any type of situation, he believed. That, however, did not apply to drinking.
"I can prove to you that my writings are very much the truth." He said, voice low. He always did like his own writing. He’d go back from time to time just to check up on them. The more "adult" related ones, though, he would occasionally skim through, thinking he should have added more or less details in some areas. He briefly wondered just how many of those Judal had read and how much it had affected her. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, but held it so that it came out as that chuckle.
"Though if I may ask—which stories have you read? Did you want a reenactment?" He teased lightly, playing with the ends of her long hair.
"I suppose so," she returned lightly, holding out her hand to catch a firefly. "But sometimes I wonder if its truly wise to express myself so openly." For a moment, she thought of getting down, retreating to somewhere safer, but decided against it. He won’t hurt me. I’ll still have to watch myself, though. The firefly blinked gently in her palm, and she smiled as it fluttered away, off to light up someone else’s life. They’re so pretty when they’re together. But seeing a singular one is nice too. But people seem to shine the brightest when they’re around the ones they love. "Let me braid your hair later," she said abruptly, brushing his bangs back from his forehead.
"Alright. I wouldn’t mind that. I’ll be waiting."
She giggled at his comment, more out of relief than amusement. Almost subconsciously, she began to sing softly, a nostalgic tune that Hakuyuu would sing to her when she’d been ill as a child. It was nice, singing it to Sinbad as she smiled up at the twinkling stars. The spell only lasted so long, however; as soon as she finished her song, she realized how foolish she’d been and flushed fiercely, almost shaking from embarrassment.
Hakuei was always such a gentle woman. Even the bugs seemed not to fear her hand, as he watched the small firefly land on her finger. It was so small, so fragile, yet Hakuei never seemed to be of any harm to it. What a strange power she possessed; it wasn’t as though it were something that a djinn could ever give them. But of course, because her powers come from the general peace in her own heart. Sinbad could have smiled at her, but he kept his stoic face for the sake of not being questioned.
"You’ve best hide your emotions and heart, dear princess, someone may steal them away." He teased lightly.
What came after the moment of silence between the two was the sound of the princess’s voice once more. Only this time, she had been singing some sort of tune. It was beautiful, and most likely in her own native tongue. The Kou Empire did have such strange writings, he never understood the scrawls, but the sound of it was nice sometimes. He gave her time to finish humming her song before he applauded her. From what it seemed like, she had been quite embarrassed by her sudden breaking into song.
"It was beautiful, don’t mind me. I’m just as much of a spectator as that firefly was."
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The oracle held his breath for a little as Sinbad’s sword-calloused fingers were hovering over his torso; teasing the air that rested above it. Ahh, that stupid king was having fun, wasn’t he?
"Hmm? Ya’ stupid or what?" Judal cocked his head slightly as he cast his gaze onto the older male.
"Because I’m not leaving here unclothed. You can try but I hardly doubt that it’d work out." His lips furled into a small smirk before he slid his slender fingers onto the older male’s cheek.
“You’re a slave to Al Sarmen anyways, so why would they bother to check if their oracle is properly dressed?
“Ouch, Idiot King. You’re really harsh sometimes, ya’ know?” The oracle teased and jutted out his bottom lip— though he couldn’t completely brush off that statement. For one, when he was in Al-Sarmen, it was as if he was stripped of his free will: well, of course he could kill and destroy as much as he wanted to. Nevertheless, that was probably the only thing the magi did. For a moment there, Judal had actually pondered about the truth in the stupid king’s words.
But there was no bloody way that he was going to believe Sinbad — no, even if he had wanted to, his pride, his being; and his soul would never allow that to happen.
H e h.
"You wanna’ eat me up?" A huge grin slashed across his face before he inched closer towards the male; until his breath danced over the king’s mouth.
"But I don’t think you’d even be able to handle me, stupid king."
Sinbad’s hands roamed the other’s body rather freely. It was a fast transition from Judar’s chest to his hips, as his hands didn’t bother feeling Judar up very much. He had quite the soft skin for a male, but then again, Judar was pretty pale as well. It seemed he either didn’t go out much or wasn’t allowed to. Such a pity, the world was such a beautiful place and Judar was blind to see it.
That really does make him a slave, in a way, Sinbad had thought.
"You get no say in this country, oracle. You have no power here." He had the power to destroy, but Sinbad did as well. In a proximity as close as this though, he hardly thought using a djinn was such a great idea. For one, it’d ruin his bed room, and second, it would take a while to transform while Judar could have killed him already. Luckily, he kept hidden weapons in his room, thanks to Ja’far’s constant paranoia that he’d bring in an assassin to bed one day.
"The harshness of my words bring truth; and that is all I intend to give out to you." He said rather confidently. He knew a lot of things, but it sure didn’t take a genius to know what kind of situation Judar was in. The pat on his face didn’t bother him at all, since his neck had just stopped bleeding. The blood stain, though, was still tricking down his neck.
"I intend to eat you up, yes." Judar’s breath smelled of peaches, but that was probably something to be expected. "I can handle you, I just don’t feel up to it. Why bother when other people can fuss over you?" What a brat he was.
She blinked down at him, unsure if she detected something more in his tone or if it was just in her imagination. “Someday…I’d like to have someone I can speak as freely to as I do the moon.” She sighed at the romance of it all; she really was terribly sentimental at heart, something that she usually kept to herself. I wonder if he ever worries under that casual facade…he must, being so young and having so much responsibility. It made her want to hug him, to comfort him, but it was rather difficult from her current position, so she settled for a sympathetic pat on the head.
"Alright. I wouldn’t mind that. I’ll be waiting."
"Well, I can’t think of anyone more deserving," she concurred gently, dimly realizing that the king of seven seas was carrying her on his shoulders. He really is something…but he’s still my friend, so I shouldn’t get too caught up in it. “Say, can you keep a secret?” She asked, suddenly switching gears. For some reason, she felt like confiding in him . “Once, when I was around Ryuu’s age,” she plowed on, “I…took one of the oracle’s peaches to feed to a fawn outside my window. I know I should have asked, but it was such a darling creature, and it looked awfully thin…Don’t tell him, alright? I replaced the peach, but it’s still a secret…”
Sinbad glanced upwards to try to look at her, but failed. After all, she was atop of him directly, since she was sitting on his shoulders. He chuckled lightly and smiled at her direction, though. It was a cute thought, she had. Even Sinbad’s heart warmed up a bit at it. From what it looked like, it seemed Hakuei already placed her magic on Sinbad. He couldn’t say he was in love with her, but he did feel a bit attached to her, especially with her friendly nature. It was hard not to. “Perhaps you will. But until then, people are all we can trust, no? I’m sure you’ll find someone who would love to hear you speak your heart out to.”
"My, what a secret that is." Probably Judar would have thrown a fit, had he realized what Hakuei had done. Most likely, Judar saw the animal as some sort of beast, not worthy of his peaches. Hakuei sure was a kind woman, to have wanted to feed such a harmless animal. It was a cute mental thought he had. "I’ll swear to keep it till the grave."
Hakuei came to slowly, twitching as small spasms of pain shot through her temples. Everything was too bright, and it took her a moment to mindless groping to reach the bedstand, nearly knocking over a nearby glass of water. Reaching for the drink, she sighed gratefully as it slipped down her throat, soothing her ragged vocal cords. What was she doing here? Why was everything so fuzzy? Her memories were disjointed pieces, as chaotic as shattered glass.
She’d come…come to Sindria—yes, that’s where she was! To see Sinbad, her dear friend Sinbad. That’s right…we spent all day together, she recalled dimly, opening her eyes and running a hand through her messy bangs. I…drank with him. A rueful chuckle escaped her lips. And here I thought I could out drink the king of Sindria. How foolish I was! I can never hold my alcohol well. A bright flush spread across her pale visage as she remembered some of her actions. Oh, I embarrassed myself something terrible, didn’t I? Bursting into tears…he must think I’m mad! And he…Her blush deepened as she recalled him carrying her to bed. I clung to him and everything…but still he did make a nice pillow for the time being. She was slightly disappointed that he hadn’t cuddled with her, but she was used to rejection from Hakuryuu, so it didn’t bother her much.
Well, no use moping about it. A lazy princess is no good at all, she thought, carefully swinging her legs over the bed and shedding her robe. Shivering as the cold air hit her exposed skin, she mulled over the fact that he hadn’t undressed her. I wouldn’t have minded if he did—he has seen me swimming, after all—but it’s sweet that he didn’t. Deciding that some exercise would do her hangover some good, she tied her binding around her chest and donned some exercise shorts, eager to go for a run . A bit revealing, perhaps, but it was hot and she didn’t expect to see anyone.
Arching her back in a languid stretch, she made her way down to some of the forest trails, pinning her hair up to keep it off her neck.
Sinbad had awoken early the next morning, much to his chagrin, for another morning meeting of the day. The reports were pretty simple, yet again, since there wasn’t much to look out for this time of year. The sea serpent migrations was long over and the only threat that hung over their heads was Al Sarmen themselves. However, he couldn’t make a plan of attack just yet, for obvious reasons.
He yawned and made his way down the stairs, wondering if he should grab a bite to eat yet. Sinbad did feel a little hungry, but when he had exited the tower, he had caught a glimpse of black and white. A woman, it seemed, wearing something light colored with black hair. Was that Hakuei, per chance? Shouldn’t she be asleep? He thought to himself. Did she not sport a hangover?
Curious, Sinbad followed after her, from a distance away. She had been running, but he familiarized himself with the layout of his country ages ago. He had an idea where she was headed. Was she doing a morning jog?
"Quite the exercise you’re getting this morning!" He called when he had approached near her. She seemed to have stopped; probably was trying to get ready for her run or something. "Are you quite sure you’re alright?"