Have I ever mentioned how much I love writing in Ja’far’s POV?
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Summary: When Ja’far is attacked during a late night walk, Sinbad will stop at nothing to find his attacker and get revenge. But as it turns out, this situation is a lot more complicated than anybody originally realized.
When Ja’far awoke next the pain coursing through him had
faded into dulled throbbing, the bandages that encased his body feeling tight
and constricting around his healing body. He stared blankly up at the ceiling
for a few long moments, blinking sluggishly as he gathered his thoughts. Rosy
dawn light splashed color into the dreary room, a cool breeze wafting a briny
scent in through the windows. The air around him was still and silent, a
strange tension thick in the atmosphere. Something wasn’t right here. A scowl
slashing across his pale features, he pushed himself upright, the skin around
his eyes tightening in pain at the movement. One of his arms pressed against
his abdomen, clutching at the injury that was carved diagonally through his
flesh. He sat, gasping, and scanned the room, his free hand fisting in the
Sin was nowhere to be found.
Masrur was standing by the closed door, a slight frown
marring his otherwise stoic expression. He didn’t move to assist Ja’far, his
scarlet gaze simply watching him. His arms were loose at his sides, fingers
curling lightly into fists periodically. Despite his calm appearance, every one
of Masrur’s muscles was taut, as if he were expecting an attack at any moment.
But Ja’far could sense no violence in the otherwise turbulent atmosphere, just worry
and fear. Ja’far’s fair eyebrows furrowed as he met Masrur’s eyes, not liking
the concerned gleam to them.
“Masrur,” he greeted slowly after clearing his throat,
trying to rid himself of the persistent rasp to his words. “Can I help you with
something?” Masrur continued staring, his frown deepening, but didn’t respond. Ja’far
dropped the arm that was wrapped protectively around himself, the sharp ache
fading as more pressing concerns were brought to attention. “Is something
wrong?” Masrur broke his silence with a sigh.
“We’ve got a problem, Ja’far,” he rumbled, his voice low. “A
big problem.” Ja’far released a breath, though it didn’t relieve any of his
“It pertains to Sin, doesn’t it?” Masrur blinked, a little
surprised at Ja’far’s question. “What did he do this time?”
“It’s Maader.” Ja’far froze, his blood turning to ice in his
veins. Of all the things… Her name still sent furious shivers down his spine,
his hands reflexively reaching for his weapons. “She was the one who ordered
the attack on you.”