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“Just breathe, okay? It’ll be all right.”

Ja’far did not understand why Sharrkan picked him of all people to wake. He had been nothing but hard on the boy. Despite that he supposed he had enough experiences with demons to help the young Prince hopefully conquer his. He takes a moment to stretch, expelling the feeling of sleep from his bones further before going to light the room. Once that is done he turns once again to face Sharrkan, moving to sit back down and gesturing to the spot next to him.

Sinbad smiles, reading Sharrkan like an open book with brightly-colored illustrations. All those years spent in each other’s company accustomed the older man to the younger’s quirks and insecurities. A bit amusing that things barely changed even after Sharrkan ascended the throne.

“Being so breathtaking can tire you out though. Especially if you’re doing a solo show.”

The violet-haired man smirks knowingly before taking a quick sip from his cup.

    A tense arm relaxed -- the sword that was once up defensively dropped to her side, the tip of the blade skimmed the floor. It wasn’t until the girl reached a room FILLED with riches that she knew that something wasn’t quite right. Sayaka had figured that this was nothing of a usual  ‘ labyrinth ’ whenever she first entered, but THIS was nothing of what she expected. 

    Her sword was tossed aside (disappearing into thin air) while she took the pleasure of venturing further in. The room was filled with treasures of all sort -- her features were LIT with excitement, as she had never seen anything like this (except for in cheesy movies). Although very entertaining, a question still PAINED her chest.  

❛  Where AM I ?? ❜

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

→ san junipero meme. // @forazaiqa

       ❝oh? what makes you think it isn’t me that has caught their eye?❞ there’s a playful smile on his lips and laughter on his tongue. it’s very possible they’re staring because they’re both very loud and slightly ( see: very ) drunk, but some descriptions are certainly more appealing than the others. 

It had been two years since Masrur was banished from Sindria. During that time he traveled as a mercenary and became a criminal. With no restrictions, the Fanalis started to target slavers, uncaring if it was illegal and considered murder. If he was left with no home, he was going to try and help those like himself for as long as he could. Unfortunately that placed a bounty on his head. Slavers and bounty hunters alike had been chasing him for some time, but the Fanalis had managed to avoid them. That was until two weeks ago. They had gotten wise to him being immune to the paralyzing poison, so they decided to try sleeping gas. He wasn’t expecting the attack, and he found himself once again in shackles. The rest of the week was spent with the slavers trying to break him. They knew he had been trained before with the evidence of his scarred body and branded wrist, and despite the ex general’s determination to never be a slave again, his already unstable mental state was starting to give in. He knew if he stayed to much longer he’d completely fall into depravity, as he was already half way there, and then there was no going back. In a last ditch effort, the Fanalis made an attempt to escape.

“Sharr?”

The voice that rang out was soft, almost nervous; after living in Sindria so long, Heliohapt was taking some getting used to. All the new customs, new traditions, new everything - Sera was afraid of doing or saying anything wrong, especially since was only there because of him. The last thing she wanted was to mess something up!