#sinbadsserpent

"You will be punished if you don't behave."

"Pardon me, but would ya mind if I fired me cannon...

“This man is asking to face the wrath of my metal vessel” mama jafar is protective of his young

@sinbadsserpent

Studying for a double major was unnecessarily hard, but Kouen wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a dream of his, to be a history teacher, and this was the best way to do it, in his mind.

The library was a second home to him, and it seemed it was the same to another, as well. A white haired student that seemed to be a few years younger than him. They constantly were wearing layers and were hid by a few stacks of books, so Kouen couldn’t tell if the student was male or female, but he had to admire their dedication.

He had heard the other’s story, and it was so sad. He’d been married, one child, another on the way. Then an accident, causing them to lose both children and leaving him in a coma. Apparently his spouse had visited daily for a long time, and then it had gotten less and less until one day they came to say goodbye for real. They had filed for divorce, found someone else to be with, and were leaving him now. Coincidentally, that was the very first day that Kouen had come to him. He had been volunteering at the hospital for a while now, but talking to old people was exhausting, children were exhausting, and people his age were just plain annoying.

So he had found himself by the bedside of Ja’far who was unconcious, looking like he was just sleeping. And then... he had just started to read to him. Shyly at first, and just a page or two. But somehow he found strange comfort in it, and in the thought that maybe the other could actually hear him, and maybe enjoyed it. Hopefully. He became bolder after a while, reading more, louder, working his voice to intonate the different characters. And he always came outside of his usual hours, he would talk to other patients and try to soothe them before he told the nurses he was done for the day and headed off to see Ja’far. He often stayed until the visiting hours were over, and sometimes checked with him before he went to the first patient. It just felt right. And it went on and on and on for over a year, every day.

Until one day, when he came, Ja’far was looking at him.

He had been waiting for a while now, but maybe there was something that had held the man up, maybe they had to take a detour or something so it took him a little longer. Only people that knew him very well could notice his impatience, how instead of ignoring everyone that came into his study to speak with him for a while, he looked up to see who it was everytime.

And here he was sitting again, his pet kneeling next to him with his head in his lap as usual, and he was just gently petting his head. He was not sitting at his desk anymore though, but in the more comfortable armchair. He had figured that he wouldn’t come today after all and had finished his work for the day already and was just reading something light and relaxing. He had given Sinbad a soft, fluffy pillow to kneel on, not wanting him to hurt his knees just so that Kouen could pet him.

But then the door opened, and a servant came in and bowed, announcing that the First Imperial Prince’s guest had arrived. Kouen waved his hand to tell them to let him in, and then the man that he had been waiting for entered, his hair white and his face full of freckles, just as Sinbad had described him. This had to be the right guy, after all, and he had even followed Kouen’s urgent invitation.

“Ah... Lord Ja’far... welcome to Kou.”

Gets drunk as well to forget her problems.

NOT YOU TO! WHY IS NO ONE BUT HIM RESPONSIBLE! YOU KNOW MAYBE HE’LL DRINK TO, WHO EVEN CARES!

JA’FAR DON’T YOU DARE START.  NOT AFTER THE DAY I’VE HAD.  

STAAAAARE

He was just driving home from work when he saw it. A wonderful, majestic snake, a beautiful colour, just... amazing to look at. It was held in the hands by a few teenage boys, of the sort that liked to disturb the peace. They had picked the animal up, obviously broken some ribs already and were pulling on it as if it was a rubber band by now. The fangs of the snake were broken off, and Flake was pretty sure that the rusty red patterning on the skin was blood from several injuries. „This is no fun anymore!“ one of the boys exclaimed. „Let's break it“ another one agreed, and the pet's head was dropped on the pavement, one heavy boot lifting, ready to stomp on it. But Flake had jumped out of his car by now, run over, and now he rather unceremoniously kicked the boy in the side, causing him to topple over. Since he was still in his full police uniform, he made quite an impression as he towered over the boys, glaring at them. Without another word, they ran off and Flake was left with the snake. In this state it would never survive on its own. It was cold and dark, and snakes needed warmth. He knew that much. And he couldn't just bring it to a home like this either... „I'll take you home, huh? See if you make it through the night... and then we'll see what I can do with you. Maybe your owners are already missing you and we can find them“ he murmured, though he wasn't quite sure why he was talking to the snake. He crouched down, very carefully collecting the hurt animal in his arms, gently lifting it. „It's okay... I won't hurt you“ he murmured. How to tell if a snake was stressed? What could he even feed it? He didn't exactly have living mice... but they didn't eat as often, right? Would it need water? He should either see that he found a place where it would be properly taken care of tomorrow or spend the night researching how to care for snakes. „I guess I'll be taking you to the vet first thing tomorrow...“