Scars

Settled

It had been seven months since Ja'far had recovered, and he seemed happier than he had ever been. And people noticed.

Ja'far was currently bringing his things from his room to Sinbad's. He and Sinbad shared a bed quite a few nights since his incident, and Ja'far found that he slept much better with Sinbad there, and even when he did have a nightmare, Sinbad was there to calm him down.

Sinbad came and had already started picking up armfuls of Ja'far's things when Ja'far came back to get another load. "Oh, Sin," He said with a small smile.

Sinbad beamed, "Hey there," He said, moving and kissing Ja'far's cheek on his way to the door. "That business deal with Reim passed. With Titus around and being Aladdin's friend, it seems we'll have better luck."

Ja'far nodded, "I would say so."

Sinbad chuckled, walking with Ja'far back to his own room.

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Ja'far, having always been secluded and quiet, took a rather long and difficult path to be more social--no, that wasn't the word. Perhaps the word would be open.

He had moved into Sinbad's room, stayed with him, and even slept in the same bed.

Ja'far remembered Sinbad being with many women, and he had that right before now, but things were different. He could see the effort Sinbad put into being faithful and not even flirting unless there was no other option.

Still, Sinbad was very careful with Ja'far, despite Ja'far's wishes that he would treat him as he always had. Well, he did hope that Sin would at least give him small kisses and private makeout sessions, but otherwise treat him the same.

Everything was coming together, and Ja'far felt so strange. He felt like he belonged here, and that he truly had no other place. This was a new and slightly terrifying prospect.

Being raised and gone through what Ja'far had, he was very wary of this.

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Ja'far decided that he would take a day off, allowing Spartos the opportunity to be Sinbad's council for the day. He knew Spartos was not exactly the most perfect one for the job, but he knew that he could trust him, and he knew that he would be level-headed, wise, and only speak when necessary.

He sat silent on the balcony off of Sinbad and his suite. Sunlight spilled through the cracks in the small vines and flowers overhead, casting kaleidoscope shadows over the long fabric of Ja'far's tunic and onto his porcelain skin. He could feel the warmth of the air, and the salty and cool breezes from the nearby sea. Everything was so quiet today, but he didn't mind that one bit. He trailed his fingers over the cool marble beneath him. The sun would be setting soon, and he realized he had been out here for so much longer than he had thought. He hadn't even eaten since breakfast.

He pulled himself up from the railing of the balcony, having been sitting across its wide top.

Just as he stood and took one last look over the horizon and the gardens below, he heard the door open. He turned, seein Sinbad. He smiled a little more than usual, having recharged himself mentally and physically.

Sinbad smiled back brightly, "Hey," he greeted happily.

Ja'far let out a contented sigh as he relaxed into the embrace Sinbad soon placed him in. "How was Spartos today? I hope everything worked out well."

Sinbad chuckled, about to answer that everything was perfectly fine, when Ja'far smelled the scent of sweet liquor. Wine.

He looked up to Sinbad, expression obviously a bit displeased. "Wine. I smell it."

Sinbad raised his hands defensively. "I swear on my honor I only had one goblet of it, and it was for dinner. You can even ask Spartos."

Ja'far slowly relaxed, nodding, "Better have only been one," he grumbled, but nuzzled into Sinbad's chest, feeling the strong arms of his lover and King encircle him again.