voyager

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“So you say that you will go only on a secure and straight road? A stupid decision, really. Life is not that kind and simple,”   Serendine didn’t let his words make her step back. Instead, she looked at him with her eyes full of determination and strength that she showed before. If he thought that all people would just talk because of his unique charms, he was a fool. A bigger fool than she thought. With that in mind, the ex-general (only then ex-princess) of Parthevia allowed herself to speak against the leader’s decision. No, she only wanted to understand how his mind worked. How will he see reality if not by clashing with it constantly? 

“If you think your pretty words would move a person from higher status, you’re certainly a fool, Sinbad. The risk will be worth it.”  If he didn’t think of using other people for his own gain, it was stupid. If he thought that creating a country based on his sweet and pure ideals would be possible, he was a fool. That’s why she was here to show him the cruelties of reality and those who were standing “above”: the royalty, the nobility, the high classed military.  “The ones you’re going to meet are not the nicest people.” The woman specifically underlined the word “nicest” with the gesture of her fingers, showing how opposite of that word the nobility was. “Just because you will be flaunting that sword of yours and preach the world’s peace, they won’t care.”  How rude of her was to speak to him like that, but there was fear for the company. She cared, but Seren was never a person who actually knew how to show it in a… softer way. That’s why Rurumu even let her step into the leader’s office like that.

sinbad remembers the day she’d first walked back into his life—  unexpectedly, and untoward. he remembers how broken down and utterly exhausted she and her company had looked, eyes dull as if they’d lost all hope in the world. after settling down and finding her center, the ideals she’d never forgotten and the focus that meandered during her escape from her own country  ( her birthright ),  he could hardly tell she was the same person now. sinbad knew very well that not every decision he would make would be an easy one. he’s dealt with far too many painful choices thus far to be ignorant of that much. it’s now that he’s the epicenter of an entire company, responsible for many more people other than himself that he must focus on the ideal situation—  to find a way when there was no visible path to it. his solutions always involve imagination and fate’s hand always intervening whenever it’s the most convenient. hers were straight and narrow;  never a grey area even if the way to the end was bloody and unpleasant.   

❝ i suppose i am, then, ❞  he began, a light sigh exhaled when he considers her words. the leaders he will eventually meet with likely won’t be too impressed with the display of his achievements unless he can discuss how they would suit their best interests. in this regard, sinbad isn’t worried;  he’d managed to sway kings and queens from the most remote countries with dumb luck and sheer arrogance, but with a dash of finesse. it won’t always work in his favor, he knows, but this time, he most certainly won’t put those who had worked their hardest to help his dream become a reality at risk.  ❝ if you’re so sure your way will work, what do you suggest? putting everyone in danger for the sake of...? ❞  —an open ended question left with an answer that couldn’t be justified. sinbad raised a hand to his face to pinch at his brow, left irate when serendine always would find something wrong with his methods  ( however unorthodox they might be ).  

                ‘  YOU —- YOU ARE —-  ’

     pools of infinite gold widen ,  a sharp intake of breath indicating his complete and utter shock .  his thundering heart comes to a slow ,  but mind continues  REELING  as for the first time in his prosperous life ,  he’s left without words .  tanned visage marred not by the scars of  SAVAGE  battles ,   matching molten amber ever resplendent ,  even the same tresses of unruly violet made for an almost  PARALLELED  image .   long before tragedy had struck ,  innocence and burning conviction sparkled within those honey eyes ,  nearly untouched by the cruelty  FATE  had set out for him .  the same passionate  FERVOR  that burned within himself ;  if anything at all had stayed the same within him over the last decade , it had been his incessant need to  CHANGE THE WORLD  .  after all ,  that was what  FATE  itself had destined for him .  who was he ,  but a loyal pawn of destiny ,  to defy what  FATE  had preordained for him ?     

              ‘  —- ME ?  ’                  

                                                                                                                          ╱ @tidedfate.

❝ ME ?? ❞

perhaps it’s the reim empire’s fine wine that’s the cause of his current vision―  one where he gazes back with an equally bewildered expression. briefly he wonders if it mirrors his own, but then he knew it did, minus the all  too - evident  sleep deprivation that lingers beneath the other’s eyes. he’s appalled by the way he instantly recognized himself, as if looking back into a mirror that reflected what the future would hold. his gaze remains fixated―  shocked, even, by the transparent success he was able to gain in that future  ( apparently ).  

❝ isn’t it the other way around ?? ❞   his voice sounds more childish than he’d like, but he can’t help himself when he’s faced with such an unparalleled oddity.  calm down,  he thinks,  this is only a dream, anyway.  his hand rises to cover his mouth when he coughs to clear his throat, eyes roaming over the litany of scars left to fade under skin darkened by the sun. he wears them proudly, as if they are his trophies from battles fought and won―  a feat that he would surely expect should he continue to pursue his ambition of beginning a country founded on the basis of wanting nothing more than freedom and a peaceful life. even he knew it wasn’t something easily attained. 

What  is  your  OTP  for  your  character?  i don’t really have one for him just yet?

What  are  you  willing  to  write  when  it  comes  to  shipping?   i really like soft, tender moments.... exaggerating the point where it feels like it’s just two people in the whole world. i also like writing conflict between a potential ship;  angst is my forté, after all.

How  large  does  the  age  gap  have  to  be  to  make  it  uncomfortable?   that depends on what timeline i’m writing him? i won’t write anything pedo cause nastee, but i mostly like writing snb!sin anyway, so i won’t end up writing him being shipped with someone way older than him.

Are  you  selective  when  shipping?  yes. i won’t do shipping calls or anything like that―  not that there’s anything wrong with anyone who does―  i just like writing relationships naturally? i’m a little picky with that, yeah.

How  far  do  steamy  moments  have  to  go  before  they’re  considered  NSFW?   well, pretty much anything you wouldn’t show your boss i’d say? gettin neky and all that jazz is where it all starts :eyes:

Who  are  the  other  characters  you  ship  your  character  with?   depends again on what timeline?

Does  one  have  to  ask  to  ship  with  you?    yes,,,  well i mean kinda? if it’s something we have a mutual understanding of, then i don’t think it’s necessary―  for me, anyway.

How  often  do  you  like  to  ship?   if i find the right person to ship with, i love doing it! it’s not a necessity or a priority tho on this blog.

Are  you  ship  obsessed  or  ship  more-or-less?    like isla said, somewhere in the middle!

Are  you  multi-ship?   yes, but this also comes back to who i’m shipping with. 

What  are  your  favorite  ships  in  your  current  fandom?   sinja, sinseren, juhaku, rukh + not being rewritten.

Finally,  how  does  one  ship  with  you?   please just yell @ me tbh. 

‘ IF  I  SMASH  YOUR  FINGERS  WITH  MY  SWORD-HILT  and  you  fall  from  this  window  sill ,  you  won’t  die  ——  only  shatter  your  legs.  Or  you  tell  me  why  you’re  hanging  from  His  Imperial  Highness’  quarters  and  I  may  help  you  up. ’  

@tidedfate. 

there’s something of an internal power struggle occurring within sinbad’s mind:  does he explain himself, or does he use the power of his djin to fly out of this most unfortunate circumstance? it’s only expected that an imperial prince from the most vastly expanding empire would have such a brash attitude, especially since it’s his own fault for evoking it.  

    his  chest  puffed  up  ,  trying  as  if  to  make  himself  look  taller  then  he  actually  was  .   it  was  hard  standing  next  to  someone  as  tall  as  sinbad  ;  judal  was  certain  that  he  wouldn’t  ever  be  taken  seriously  !!    so  in  response  ,  the  magi  would  kick  a  fuss  wherever  possible  to  make  sure  that  he  wasn’t  dismissed  .    sinbad  was  a  dungeon  conqueror  who  would  normally  ignore  a  magi  !!    the  audacity  of  it  all  —  it  made  judal’s  blood  boil  .    but  this  time  ,  sinbad  was  listening  :  so  he  would  make  sure  to  let  him  have  it  .

❛  i’ll  use  my  time  however  i  damn  please  —  and  yes  ,  maybe  some  of  that  time  is  spent  sleeping  :  but  it’s  because  its  what  i  want  to  do !!  ❜  

yeah  .    got  him  .

‘  so noisy  ‘  sinbad thinks, the fleeting thought of whether or not he’d had this much energy to burn when he was younger briefly crossing his mind. he also wonders where he got this vulgar attitude from, but that’s a lesson for another time.   ❝ mm... you should use all of it to sleep. maybe then, you’ll get a little taller, ❞   oh―  sinbad knows very well that he’s in for the tiny magi’s blind fury with that one, but he also knows that hashing it out with him might very well be just the trick needed to tire him out after all was said and done.  

it’s with a cheeky, devious grin that he approaches judar, reaching out until his doughy cheeks are pinched between his fingers, pulling enough to stretch out that far  too - confident  smile of his. 

Sea.

You're drowning. A sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. You just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. Even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. Guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough. Will you sink or swim?

❝  .  .  .  ❞   he doesn’t ever remember being this quiet in his entire life. he would speak, but his throat is thoroughly parched, tongue dried and shriveled as if he’d spoken every last word the gods allowed him to speak within his lifetime. it’s a deafening silence that settles across his newly founded country as he listens to the cries of his new people mourn their families laid to waste at the cost of his words, his choices. when he inhales, all he can taste are the ashes in the air from the ruin he had caused. if only he’d never had such lofty ambitions―  if only he had been strong enough to save them. it grows more and more difficult to understand just how horrible the aftermath of this war truly was;  his beloved friends laid out for slaughter by his former ally. 

in truth, sinbad only notices yunan’s presence because he can feel the energy buzzing around him; the rukh’s fluttering song growing louder and louder until he thinks his head will explode. it’s an outcome that sounds rather favorable when all his hope has vanished―  died along with the people who made this island home. he turns to face the man who gave him a reason to fight, wondering how he could even look at him without the threat of immeasurable shame washing over him.