#hisloyaladvisor

There wasn't alot of people who were often granted the chance to touch Sinbad's hair. It wasn't that he was necessarily picky or discouraged them from it but rather that the world naturally decided on its own that the king's hair was somewhat exclusive. Even the women he would sleep with seemed to revere the lavender locks, often taking time to touch and adore it when falling asleep beside him, before their chance was up.

But the truth of the matter was it never really mattered to Sinbad who touched it.

For, in the end, there was only ever one person he would go willingly ask to. 

"Hey, Ja'far."

Eyes almost crossed when Sinbad focused upon a stray lock of hair drifting between his eyes. Frown etched onto his lips the man reached up to pick the bang up and brushed it to the side even while he continued to speak. "If you are almost done, could you help me?"

The general had originally come to drop some parchments off on Sinbad's desk but he knew those words would cause the other male to hesitate from leaving. "I think it is time for a hair cut." Even though Sinbad liked his hair long he couldn't stand it when it began to get unmanageable  Personally he could never understand how the hair his father had never annoyed the man. "Just a small trim to get it back in order-"

....Ah.

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