The week after the incident was hell for Sineka. A rather bearable hell as Crocodile tried to be with her as much as possible. They dined together thrice a day and slept in the same room, though different beds, Crocodile ordered a temporary bed in her assigned room for himself.
However, Sineka found herself in no condition to enjoy any company. Everything she ate ended back up and retched. She had such terrifying nightmares of what had happened and what could've happened to her that she would wake her companion up every night from her screams and struggles.
Crocodile looked visibly concerned for her and she had no idea why he put up with her every night for a week.
The night that marked the end of the 7th day, when she finally burst out.
Sineka had just thrown up all her dinner and was sitting on the floor in the bathroom. Crocodile found her sobbing and had turned his hand into sand to elevate her into his arms. Sineka had curled into him like a baby and cried her heart out. Crocodile had felt his heart squeeze as she gripped his nightshirt in her first, crimpling the collar.
"I am such a mess."
"Yes," he chucked, "you are."
"Then why are you not sending me away? Why am I still here?"
Crocodile felt himself freeze for a moment as he heard her. He felt confused. He felt puzzled by those words and himself.
"Why would I, Sineka?"
"I am useless to you. My father just disowned me. You would not profit from being with me."
He should have thrown her out. He would've have if she had not intrigued him...
and had she not felt so perfect against him
"But you are mine," he stated the truth.
Sineka stopped breathing before she deflated a little. He had bought her. She was an investment and she was sure Crocodile would want his money's worth.
"But I am a loss."
Crocodile frowned at her and she frowned back, confused.
"Your father is not everything you are defined by, Sineka. If it was all about your father, I would have easily gone with your step-sister."
Sineka cringed, remembering her sister's seduction. She was more embarrassed about Crocodile knowing her family's dirt than she was hurt by what he said. His tone was too factual to be taken otherwise.
"But it was you who I wanted. The woman who had looked me in the eye and asked me to marry her. The woman who had challenged me with an alluring smirk and had proved to be so intellectually compatible with me that I couldn't consider options. The woman who's such a brilliant sorceress, I fell into her trap head first and couldn't stop thinking of her. I want you."
Sineka stayed silent for a moment, taking in his words. She smiled, slightly, and snuggled his neck. "I am not a witch," she replied with faux-snark.
Crocodile chuckled. "I could've been fooled," he kissed her head, "You are too enchanting for a normal human."
Sineka looked up again and Crocodile forgot to breathe. She looked so vulnerable with such sad and wide eyes, asking him to comfort them.
"What about when you get bored of me?"
"Keep me intrigued then."
Sineka slept like a baby that night.
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A Bride for the Desert King | Crocodile
Fanfiction"Marry me," she commanded, almost. Crocodile narrowed his eyes at the impertinence of the woman who stood in front of him. "Ara," he heard Ms All Sunday mutter amusedly. "Who are you?" "Sineka Duskblade," she replied.
