#sinjaweek

He remembers his past lives, but not the first one. The most important one.

  In all the lives he remembers, there was always something missing, nothing was right.

  He never learned to just let it be, to settle down, to ignore that feeling. How many times he has died alone?

  He doesn't even know who he is looking for.

  All he remembers is those kind green eyes,

warm smile,

freckles scattered around the pale skin

and that silver white hair glowing in the moonlight.

  He's been looking for that person for hundreds of years, but never found them. But he hasn't given up and he never will, for that person.

  In this life, he is the CEO of a big company, making millions everyday. What the outside world sees is a young, handsome and single man, but his closest friends know how deeply troubled he is. Many would think of him crazy, how could he be sad when he is so rich? Everybody wants him.

  But he only wants that one person.

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  He sighs and takes a fucking sip babe of the champagne. He is at some big party where only the 1% of the 1% is invited.

  ”What, aren't you enjoying yourself?” his good friend asks him. Apparently he had seen him glance at the clock.

  He takes a deep breath before he answers, ”How could I feel bored when I'm surrounded by dull old men?”

  Darian chuckles and shakes his head. ”Well, as long as you don't start anything with Mr. Baranowski I'm happy.”

 Right. Like he didn't need a reminder that his competitive enemy is here too.

  He is sure his face says it all, when Darian adds; ”Also, did you meet his son?”

  ”Son?” he asks, now quite intrigued.

  ”Yeah, apparently Mr. Baranowski brought his son with him tonight. He's very fond of the boy so he's kept him hidden, but I guess he decided tonight was the night to show him off”, Darian explains and takes a fucking sip babe from his glass before continuing, ”There's always been rumours that the reason why Mr. Baranowski has kept his son hidden is because he's quite the beauty. And by the looks of so many people gathering around him, I agree.”

  He hums, turning his head towards the small crowd of people near the big glass windows. Because there are so many people there he can only see Mr. Baranowski's head.

  The time passes by, but he still stays there, glancing at the crowd trying to catch a glimpse of his enemy's son.

  Couple men in the crowd decide to head over to talk to other people,

and then,

for a quick second he sees him.

And music stops.

For that one second,

time has slowed down

and there are no sound.

  That moment passes by so fast, he has to blink couple of times to make sure this is real life.

  ”Sinbad, you ok?” Darian appears next to him.

  ”Y-yeah”, he answers shakily.

  It can't be...

  Is it really him?

  Did he look back at me?

  He sets down his glass, his eyes filled with determination.

  He's going over there.

  But, as if fate hates him, when he's halfway there someone stops him and he has to stay and chat for awhile. Just as it seems like he's free to walk to the group, Mr. Baranowski and his son move to the other side of the big hall to talk to some other people. And someone else wants to talk to him.

  This goes on for a while and he's getting annoyed, but he has learned not to show it. He keeps his answers polite and smiles, throwing a joke here and there. But his attention is where Mr. Baranowski and his son are. He's not sure, but he could swear that the son is sometimes glancing at him too.

  Then the scene starts.

  He notices that the son is heading up the stairs, hand gliding over the marble rail.

  Deciding this is his change, he politely excuses himself and starts following the boy.

  Taking two steps at a time, he reaches the upper floor which is dark and quiet, the only light source are the open doors to the big balcony.

  Moon shines through the thin curtains and he sees him.

  He is standing his back towards him on the balcony.

  There is no music.

The only sounds are the wind and the quiet chatter from downstairs.

  Not daring to say anything yet, fearing that this will all fade away is he opens his mouth, he walks behind him.

  ”You took your time”, the boy says, not turning around, staring at the sky.

  Finally he can ask:

  ”It's you isn't it?”

  Ja’far turns to him,

his smile warm,

his kind green eyes squinting,

freckles so visible on his pale skin

and his silver white hair glowing in the moonlight.

Sinbad wished he could stay in this moment forever. 

Even though he loved adventures, these quiet and soft moments were his favorite. 

After they had conquered the dungeon (his 6th), they decided to stay for awhile there because all the fighting took a toll on them. 

He and Ja’far had decided to go for a walk in the morning, and they found this old tree in the middle of the yellow flower field. They had planned to sit under the tree only for a short while, but now had laid there for hours. The sky was clear blue and the sun was shining (Sinbad decided to take his top off and Ja’far only took his keffiyeh). The view was great too; they could see the ocean, the village where they stayed and the big mountains far away. 

Sinbad took a deep breath and tilted his head downwards, smiling at the sight of Ja’far sleeping against him. Stroking Ja’far’s cheek he thought;