(Very delayed wow!  My exams aren’t over yet but I wanted to write some more so I squeezed this chapter out.  I do miss writing these guys.  A certain other royal makes an appearance again but it will get back to being Sinja centric again next chapter.)

It was with a heavy feeling that Ja’far pressed the roll of parchment into the messenger’s hands.  Despite how he had urged Sin about it, he hadn’t wanted to do this.  Sending for a child’s help, even if this child happened to be a powerful Magi seemed wrong to him somehow.  But, he wondered, what child in this world is still innocent?

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Sorry but there’s going to be a delay for a while on fic updates most likely - it’s heading into exam season now at uni so it’s likely I won’t get any proper writing done until summer.

(This was a request from Endless Hole, who asked for some smut for these two.  It took me a while but I finally got around to it.  I don’t think it’s one of my best – I struggled a lot with writing Hakuryuu but I gave it a shot anyway!)

Hakuryuu couldn’t sleep, although here in this home that was never really his home, that was the least of his problems.  He shifted under the blankets; gave in and threw them aside in disgust.

Why should Judal’s words from earlier still be running through his head?

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infinitexjester:

So I joined Archive of our Own! (that’s AO3 right?)  I’ve heard good things about it so figured I’d upload my fics on there too.  I’ll slowly be uploading them there over the next few days but if anyone is interested, here’s my account:

http://archiveofourown.org/users/InfinitexJester

(Wow so delayed… I was freakishly busy and my muse decided it didn’t want to play nice.  I’ve finally managed to get the next chapter out though.  Once again, nsfw.  Time skipped from the last chapter a few months as well, to the middle of the war with the Kou Empire.)

Sindria had changed a lot in the past few months.  Once a prosperous country, the war had altered everything.  Sindria wasn’t in poverty, not yet, but it had been affected greatly.  People walked past each other swiftly on the streets now with heads down and Sinbad had not been back in the past month which only added to the sense of desolation present everywhere. 

A country without its King feels simply lost and forgotten, Ja’far thought.  If this war doesn’t end soon, Sin won’t have anything left to come back home to. 

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(My muse died for a while, but I’m bringing it slowly back into submission.  This chapter is very delayed and not the longest but, I hope you enjoy anyway.  Next up should hopefully be Sinja - I miss my otp too much!)

The nightmares didn’t really stop, but somehow he endured them better with his old friend by his side.  Friend?  Could he even still consider Cassim as such anymore?  Impossible.  His brain struggled to come up with another title though – and he fancied Cassim himself would reject the term lover for what they were.

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(Spoilers for Retrace 59 onwards.  Because this song seemed to hit me at the right time:

“I miss those days and I miss those ways, When I got lost in fantasies, In a cartoon land of mysteries, In a place you won’t grow old, in a place you won’t feel cold”  Writing Glen! Leo is always painful but this time at least, I found it a little cathartic too. Inspired by “Innocent Eyes,” By Delta Goodrem)

He never did tell Elliot about the nightmares.  And now, with him gone, it’s too late. Strange how time had seemed so free and easy back then and now; everything seemed static, caught in an endlessly frozen present.  He finds himself turning to sleep more and more these days – anything to escape reality.

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(Managed to finish this one just in time as I’m going to be out of the country for a bit.  As always find the rest in my archive or my ff.net account)

He still feels a little ill the next morning as he examines the marks on his body in the looking glass.  He was right – there are bruises, standing out starkly from the paleness of his hip bones and higher up.  He scowls and quickly covers himself in his normal robes.  There, invisible again.  No clues as to what had happened and if he can keep a hold on the sombre expression on his face; no visible sign there either.  It never happened, he told himself sternly.  Even the finger marks will fade in a day or two.

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(I get the feeling I messed up on some tenses here but I’m too tired to sort them right now… same as always, find the rest in my archive or my FF.net account!  Oh… and I apologise for the cliffhanger of an ending.  I’ll try and get the next part up soon - it’s almost done!)

It was with listless movements that Ja’far found himself walking to Sinbad’s quarters/  Why he was going there he wasn’t sure, but Judal’s words had been playing over and over in his mind.  He’d needed to do something to shut them off and burying himself in work for the past few hours had been excruciating. 

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(See archive for earlier chapters or my FF account.  This was a fun chapter to write… nothing shakes things up more than adding Judal into the mix)

It’s impossible to ignore Sinbad, not with the job he does, but Ja’far tries anyway.  He stays to the back of meetings; speaks little.  He most certainly does not make eye contact with Sin, despite the amount of times the King tries.  When at last, Sin catches him alone after a briefing, he shakes off the man’s touch.

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(This one took me a while to write.   Find the rest of the fic in my Archive or my FF account)

The training, what little he’s had time for, isn’t enough; not nearly enough.  He knows this but Cassim won’t listen to his protests – nothing new there.  It is far too soon for combat and yet Cassim stresses that their need is dire.  They need Alibaba’s help.  What can he do, but give in?  Even though a feeling of dread in his stomach grows more with every passing second.

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(See archive for earlier chapters or my FF.net account)

When they finally reached the meeting, hours later, he’d insisted on apologising himself.  The delay had been his fault after all but Sinbad wouldn’t hear of it.  He’d subsequently placed Ja’far at the back of room and he couldn’t protest, still so weak as he was.  And then Sinbad had apologised instead to the tribal leaders –explained how it was his own fault for getting distracted on the journey.  He’d covered for him and Ja’far still couldn’t understand why.  Surely, it would be the King who would face dire repercussions from doing so?  If the tribe took too great offence than the meeting would effectively be over.  And the alliance with it.  But, he’d underestimated Sinbad’s charisma and his quick way with words – the matter was swiftly smoothed over.  Ja’far still felt guilt though and knew that Sinbad had been forced to shame himself; making amends with these people.  He should not have had to lower himself for my failures.

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(I miss writing my otp :( Some nice fluff… it’s all snowy and cold outside so I wanted to go with that theme.  For Gvsachertorte)

It was an icy night and even Elliot who generally always kept a warm temperature, shivered.  He glanced over at Leo, huddled in blankets, nose as ever behind a book.  If the boy was cold he made no mention of it, but even he could see how pale Leo’s skin was.  Leaning down he pulled away the book which earned him an irritated glare.

“Do you intend to read all night?  You’ll catch your death sat there, not moving for so long.”

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(Not so much romance in this one but an advancing of the story at least…)

The raid wasn’t going as planned.  Alibaba could tell.  Something unsettled him as their group slunk through the shadows of and over the wall of the house.  He couldn’t put his finger on what it was for a second and then he knew – it was too quiet.  Far too quiet.  He turned to tell Cassim this – and then the attack came.

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