❛   . . .  that  was  stupid .  just  ---  give  me  space .  i’m  gonna  yank  it  out .  ❜  

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“You said that ten minutes ago and the answer is still no.” 

Ja’far’s an early riser, one of the few among the generals. It helps that he doesn’t actually sleep or rarely goes to bed in first place but no matter what he’s always up well before the sun. He likes the quiet of the early morning, the time to see to it that everything is ready for the day before the bustle of palace life begins. 

And while ‘official waker of the king’ is not in his official job description, he finds himself adding Sinbad to his list of morning chores.

And what a chore it is.

He comes in for the second time that morning to find the king still tangled in his bed sheets, buried in the half dozen pillows as if he might hide there from his adviser. Ja’far hates the game they play. 

Tell Sinbad to get up. Sinbad doesn’t get up. Tell him again. Sinbad tries to bargain for more time. Ja’far refuses. Sinbad makes excuses. Ja’far threatens violence. 

Ja’far walks to the windows and throws open the blinds, lets in the warm morning sun and goes about loudly setting out Sinbad’s things; the basin of water, his clothes for the day, his myriad of jewelry. He callously pulls the sheets off of Sinbad, ignores his usual state of undress and goes to see if the breakfast tray has arrived.

“Say, Sinbad?” Alibaba walked into his office and he was on a true mission of personal gain from his childhood hero. Slamming his hands on the desk excited at the aspect of his request. Amber irises made eye contact with the High King as a big grin pulled at his face. “Teach me how to sail a boat!” It was something he never learned what to do and sometimes he doesn’t want to fly on the magic tool. Sometimes he just wants to sail and see where he’ll end up. “You started your adventure sailing right? In your book! So can you teach me?”

Masrur volunteered to go hunting for the group since he was better with the heat and his sense of smell would be better for this. However, what he didn’t expect, was for Sinbad to have tagged along, or if Ja’far sent him, he didn’t know. Which was strange considering he was sure the older male would want to relax under the shade of the oasis they found for miles.

‘  NONSENSE ,  ja’far !  why are you even  WORRYING  about work ,  it’s  mahrajan .  begin your needless worrying  tomorrow .  ’    the wine is brought once again to his lips ,  thick sultry taste rolling down his tongue ,  SATIATING  his need to forget ,  ebbing away at the perpetual  GUILT  at his bloods stained hands .    ‘  come now ,  have a  DRINK  with me ,  won’t you ?  ’