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                                         And in our travels,                                       We found our roads,                                    You held it like a mirror,                               showing me the life I chose.

“Do you really believe I would compare you to myself?” 

He’s flawless of course, being a magi has it’s perks after all. Surely Sinbad was an idiot for believing that even he could compare to him in the looks department! But, this was Sinbad, and, while he may be smart, his ego was far too big than it should be. “You’re really an idiot if you think that, so, really, no need to pull any of that physical strength shit outta your ass.”

Pause,

“But, to clear things up, I was comparing you to people like Kouen and that fanalis guy from Reim.”

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          ‘ You seem to hold yourself at some sort of god-like status, so yes I believed that you would see yourself as the epitome of perfection and compare everything to yourself. To see how things would match up, of course. ’ 

          The magi’s ego leaves something to be desired. Yes, Sinbad is quite aware that his own ego is quite inflated but at least he is aware of his flaws and short-comings, whatever they may be. But Judal... Sinbad lets out an exasperated sigh as he leans back in his chair, turning to better face his unwelcome visitor. 

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1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD?

          ‘ Is peace too much a cliche--? Hmm, I suppose adventure. ’

2. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD?

          ‘ Arrest that man-- ’ 

3. WHAT TURNS YOU ON?

         ‘ Of course there’s more than just a pretty face, but if I gave away all of my secrets it’d ruin all the fun. ’

4. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF?

         ‘ An annoying personality, first and foremost. ’

5. WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE?

         ‘ The sound of the sea as she crashes against the wooden hull of a ship, seagulls chirping in the air as they glide overhead, and overall the sound of adventure. ’

6. WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE?

         ‘ The sound of fire, burning everything you’ve built and protected down to the ground. ’

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD?

         ‘ I try not to curse too often. ’

8. WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT?

         ‘ A fisherman, like my father. ’

9. WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO?

         ‘ A soldier, like my father. ’

10. IF HEAVEN EXISTS, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR GOD(S) SAY WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE PEARLY GATES?

         ‘ That I did what was right. ’

        Bonus Questions

1. SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU?

         ‘ That I made it up as I went along, growing up. There was never a book on how to become a dungeon conqueror, and if there was I probably wouldn’t have been able to read it... There was never a book on how to be a King, either. ’

2. SEXUAL PREFERENCE?

         ‘ It’s not something that I’ve given much thought about; gender is but a concept, and a pretty face is a pretty face regardless. ’

3. WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN?

         ‘ Mostly on my back, though at times I do rest on my side as well. ’

4. WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOU…YOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME?

         ‘ ...I would do everything in my power to prove them wrong. ’

5. GREATEST FEAR?

         ‘ That Sindria will fall. ’

6. IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

         ‘ My story. ’

7. WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?

         ‘ After all this time, I’m not entirely sure I have one. ’

“Looks like the idiot king is putting on some weight.” A twisted sort of smile plays on the Magi’s lips as he seats himself on the sill of the window to Sinbad’s work space.

His free hand is raised to be waved around idly, and Judal makes it a point to get comfortable before he adds an inquiry of sorts, “What’re you gonna do when you can’t even lift your own sword?”

Well, it may be a patronizing inquiry, but it’s an inquiry nonetheless.

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          ‘ ... Are you comparing your weight to my own, Judal--? ’ asks the King as he looks up from his papers for a brief enough moment to glance at the pest that has decided to rest upon his sill. He spares a breathe to let out a soft sigh before resuming his work -- yes, that is true, Sinbad is doing work -- with the slightest of frowns. 

          ‘ Compared to you, anyone would appear to have gained some wait. You’re essentially a twig; if we had a race you probably couldn’t keep up. And I mean with your own physical power, not magic. ’ 

[ ✹ ] ┈

Oh no, Sinny suddenly got quiet, and Sin couldn’t help but feel as if this is his fault in some way. Knowing him, it probably was. That thought alone was enough to make him get awkward real fast, which was strange coming from him. Only around his brother would he feel any regret about his own actions. Anyone else? They could fuck off.·

“Ah,” I’m sorry,·“I didn’t mean it.”·

A step is taken towards Sinny before Sin wonders if an attempt at physical contact would be acceptable. This was far more difficult than he had initially thought it would be, and, dammit, he was only joking around. Sinny had·to take things literally.

Though, that doesn’t stop him from reaching out to wrap his arms around Sinny. He might as well be affectionate to make up for his stupid behavior before. Besides! If Sinny didn’t want to be touched, he could pull away any time. That, of course, was a good enough reason for Sin to conveniently forget the blood on his face in favor of paying attention to Sinny.·

“Hey, uh, please don’t be upset. I was just giving you a hard time.”

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          He’s never been too good with words -- either his own or others -- but he knows that sometimes he takes thins too·literally. Perhaps this is one of those times, but it’s an ingrained habit that he’s been having trouble breaking. Sinny’s so used to everything being literal, no jokes, that he’s still taking Sin so seriously after all this time.

          But most of all, he’s afraid. He’s afraid that he’ll blink and Sin will be gone, and that he’ll be alone again. They never got to grow up with each other, to have a childhood with each other. They never fought over who had top bunk, what shows to watch on tv, or who got what toy. They never shared those moments, never got to hug each other after a nightmare or play games with each other. So of course he’s going to take those little quips more literally than anything; because he’s afraid.

          That fear isn’t something that he can admit to aloud -- oh no, he feels like he can’t·tell Sin left the other laugh at such irrationality and childish thinking. So instead he keeps silent about it, day after day, even when Sin comes home with a hole in his gut and covered in blood. That doesn’t stop him from gently embracing Sin, ias though to provide some sort of evidence that his twin is thereand alive.··

[ ✹ ] ┈

“I cannot believe you elbowed me in the face!” That exclamation is made in retaliation to the question asked, both hands raised– palms up– making furious groping motions at nothing in particular. 

Sinny was an angel, he would never hurt a fly without a good cause! 

Was that assumption Sin deluding himself into believing that his twin, a ghoul, was an innocent angel? If one were to answer that question with a yes, then they would be absolutely right. It is was that very thought process that caused Sin to let out another yell, “I thought what we had was special!”

Cue the pause followed by a deep breath, before he moves to add a much calmer, “But, to answer that question; Yes, yes I am fine.”

He probably hasn’t even wiped the blood off his face yet. What a nerd.

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          ‘ I didn’t even know it was you--! Also, who even moans ‘Ahh, the scalene triangle’ into their brother’s ear--? That’s not a thing that should happen--! ’ Well, it’s not anything that should happen with anyone, as far as Sinny was concerned -- moaning about triangles, who even does that?

          He really doesn’t understand Sin, some days.

          Today is especially one of those days -- Sin, no, Sin stop, your body will heal itself. At least that’s what he wants to say, but instead  he makes a noise somewhere on the whining spectrum mixed in with a little I’m so done with you right now.

          And then his face falls, just a bit, as Sin lets out his final yell. Briefly, he wonders if Sin is joking, if he’s being simply melodramatic.... it’s possible, but most of him wonders if Sin is serious. Is he that mad? Does he want Sinny to, what, just go? He... well he can, and easily.

[ ✹ ] ┈

                    “Ffff-!!”

The swift, unexpected contact Sinny’s elbow made with Sin’s face caused him to stumble back. And, the next thing he new, there was face-blood dripping from his nose. Oh wow, was his nose broken?

     Absolutely amazing.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” that statement is made, more or less in an attempt to reassure himself that this pain was only a figment of his imagination. “You just had the right footing, and the right timing when you swung.” 

Cue the pause before he adds, “My nose will be fine, I will be fine,” whilst his body does it’s own thing in terms of healing.

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          ‘ Sin--!! ’ Of course it’s his twin, he really should have seen that coming. Who else would whisper in his ear? He doesn’t know that many people, and he doesn’t think that he’s too eye-catching to warrant a stranger doing what Sin just did. Dammit. 

[ ✹ ] ┈ [ @ofsindria ]

Cue the ghoul leaning in to fake a moan in Sinny’s ear, 

                       “Ahhhh, the scalene triangle.”

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           ‘ --!! ’

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۞ ― “Hmm?” The oracle turned at the voice, knowing it was directed to him as there were few others around the scarcely populated bazaar; and most that were in attendance wore various headgear and had shorter hair visible than his own. Not to mention, Judar always assumed any mention of long and grand hair was directed to him simply due to his ego refusing to believe anyone else could possibly have as grand a mane as he.

         Seeing a young boy looking up at him, Judar was about to ignore the little pest until the rukh stopped him. The way they fluttered around this child… the signature.

         Sinbad…?

         Wow… he looked pathetic as a brat.

         “The same way you don’t brat, It moves out of the way,” Not that Sinbad’s hair was even remotely long enough to cause any issues. His ponytail was almost laughable, looking like a small bunny tail tuft than any elegant trail of hair. To tease him further, Judar knelt down giving a small flick to the large cowlick of hair that strayed from the top of his head.

         “How do you not knock into doors with that?” he grinned.

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          ‘ 's not really in the way, ’ responded the child quietly with an expression of utmost confusion. Why would his hair hit doors? It wasn’t as though it was as long as the other guy’s, and it only stuck up a little bit. Of course, in response to the flick Sinbad had clamped a little hand over the clump in question, as if to purposely hold it down. 

            ‘ How does your hair know to stay outta the way, though--? It’s so long and big, like a giant caterpillar. Does it eat leaves--? If my hair ate leaves, I think I would cut it all off. ’ Sinbad looked up at the adult with large, golden eyes full of confusion --  why didn’t he cut his hair? It looked like it was long enough to drag on the ground. That probably got annoying.

⟡ ─ ᗪ ǝ ᑭ ᖇ ᗩ ᐯ ǝ ᗪ

                    Judar lay sprawled across his bed, hair undone for once in his immaculate existence, and a small pile of various books and scrolls strewn around him. He wasn’t sure how many he’d read in the past few hours, but he knew it to be something over a hundred. Though he wasn’t particularly studious, he did have his irregular days. And… He was looking for something…

                    A knock at the door made him glance irritably up from his momentary object of interest. With a growl, he ran a hand through his damp bangs. “Unless you’re Sin, fuck off.” No that wasn’t right. “…Especially if you’re Sin. Fuck off.” ─ ⟡

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          ‘ And after all the trouble of finding you. ’ The King chuckled to himself as a slight smile graced his lips. He had been looking for the Magi, having not seen him around for a majority of the day. Part of him had known that Judar was completely fine, but there was still that one little part of him that worried for the other’s safety. While they stood by his decisions, his Generals weren’t the most hospitable to the Magi. 

“Yes.” There was a sudden loud crash behind the doors. Just what were they DOING!? Quickly, his mind began to think of something. Hands reached out and began to push Sinbad down the hallway. Actually, wait. He would turn this into a talk about the meeting as he began to escort him instead of push.

“I’ll review them later and take the necessary actions. I wish to know first hand how it went.”

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          ‘ I know what you’re doing, Ja’far, ’  commented the King despite walking along with his Adviser. There wasn’t much he could gain with fighting Ja’far, of course, despite all his childish urges to do so. At least he was smart enough not to act on them. ( Of course, he indulged everyone once in a while. He was but a man, after all. )