#deepstreamofsindria

Scary.

He helped himself stand by digging his fingers into the bark of a nearby tree. Everything’s so... huge. A salty scent let his nostrils flare and he caught onto the first person he saw - usually he’d throw a tantrum about these strange circumstances at him, but he wasn’t at home and...

Rosalina was walking around of mother’s castle, reading a book like she normally is. She loved knowing new things even if she already read the book already.

She closed the book before she goes to the library getting something another book to read, before she gets to the door, she bumped into someone which cause her to fell on the floor.

“Oh dear, my apologies, I was in such rush I didn’t see where I was going”

She said to the person that she bumped into.

deepstreamofsindria:

He was rolling around in his bed, kicking the second blanket of its edge. The sheets were ruffled and his bedgown seemed to be wrapped around his body several times, exposing the scars on his thighs. A low whimper was falling of his lips yet again, followed by a helpless sound.

The darkness was reaching out and his blood ran cold when his dagger met the floor with a dull sound. Taking a step back, he nearly slipped on the sticky and slippy ground. Slowly turning his head, he looked at the massacre he caused…

It was one of the nights Judal decided to wander around in Sindria, letting the place’s atmosphere intrigue him. He could see what Sinbad loved about his country, even if he would never willingly admit it. The small smile was allowed on his lips though, since there wasn’t anyone floating in the air beside him now, when he rose higher and higher, circling the palace, watching the lights of the city by night. It was far more asymetrical than the streets of Kou, so much... more lively somehow...

The magi stopped in midair, realizing what exactly he was thinking about and not wanting to really follow the path this would take. It was then that a small, rather familiar noise caught his attention.

He turned around, checking where it came from before he hovered closer to one of the palace’s windows, peeking in. It was a bedroom, no doubt about that - but it was Freckle’s bedroom and that was what surprised him. He almost never caught the other man completely off guard, but sneaking into his bedroom now... wasn’t really an option to be used when it came to getting rid of him, he decided for himself.

Another sound followed, along with tossed aside sheets.

Oh, Judal knew those sounds, knew how it felt to be haunted by nightmares... and was hit by surprise at the sudden rush of sympathy. Worrying his lower lip unconsciously, he set foot onto the windowsill, not coming closer for the moment. There was no way he could do anything about this anyway, right? Ja’far would try to kill him the instant he awoke and realized he wasn’t alone. Judal was pretty sure he was a welcome target to project and unload all these unwanted emotions unto.

Not that he’d actually be able to kill him, but for that exact instant he wanted to save them the trouble the situation was deemed to cause. At best, that was. Still, he couldn’t just bring himself to leave, having stumbled upon one aspect - beside their twisted relationship to Sindria’s king - that might connect them, one aspect they both might have in common.

Ja'far let out a noisy protest when he felt the hands tangling into his hair. „Stop touching me, you fleabag“, he snarled as he tried to pull away. He failed - realizing that there was no chance to break free. „What are you trying to accomplish by-“ His words got cancelled by the teeth sinking into his skin and… a cry of pain escaped his throat. Damn it!

Ja'far pressed his lips together, closing his eyes because of the dull pain running through his neck and shoulder. Biting his tongue, he tried to refrain from producing another sound that could satisfy Judal even more.

“I’d love to say ‘make me’, but you can’t~” Grinning, he leaned even closer, following suit with his whim. Sinking his teeth into Ja’far’s neck left a feeling of accomplishment and he chuckled when he pulled free, examining the bruise that was now adorning the pale skin.

It would be an understatement to say he didn’t believe what was happening right now. He knew Ja’far didn’t completely trust him, but that kind of question? Was there really a need for voicing it?