A Weary Boy
The sun set, down beyond the horizon and over the mountains in the distance, taking the last of the warmth with it. Down the streets did the cool evening breeze welcome the traveling cavern as they stopped for the night.
"Alright. Here we are boys –Amir* Village the last stop before the capital!" a group of cheers roared from the merchants and their proceeds. "Alright –alright! Calm down, calm down. Let's set up camp for the night." The leader said as the group of people together unpacked and gathered wood.
Night fell quickly amongst the travelers as liquor was open and drunk. Soon most of the camp was asleep. Except for a particular child. White hair and large brown eyes, freckles across the bridge of the nose, a young boy named Ja'far sat next to a small fire his traveling companion Sinbad sleeping unconscious from getting drunk.
Sighing the boy drew his knees even closer to his chest. Opening his mouth a small soothing melody rang as it became a tune, and then the words came…
"Beyond this mountain, to the faraway land…
We'll go to our bed, to spend the night.
When the moonlight pours down, upon us…
The white bird cries from its branch,
A black bird sings its song.
Now we have sinned.
But my horse is, a golden horse.
I will place you upon it…
I'll fit you with warmth…
And take you far, far, far away…"
And then the tune died down.
"That was beautiful." A deep voice slurred as a pair of hands grabbed Ja'far and held him close to the others chest.
"Sinbad," Ja'far whined being crushed into the 16 year olds muscular chest. Finally breaking free of the crushing grasp brown eyes look up into the indigo-purple eyes tears welling within them.
"It's okay. Shhh… it's alright –you've done nothing wrong." Sinbad said soothing the other. "You've done nothing wrong," Sinbad whispered into the 12 year olds ear as he licked the outer shell of it. "And if for nothing your song was wonderful."
'If only it didn't cause so much pain.' Sinbad thought at the sight of his weary lover.
It was always like this ever since the boy and him meet two years ago. Back then the weary boy was nothing more than a scrawny broken shell of a slave that sang at a bar in the bad part of town. But that was then, in a far place over the mountains…
And yet it still hurt the boy whenever he thought of those days in the distant past. The two had traveled far and wide from those days. The dessert, the beach, the plains they had seen all of those things together. And so, so, so much more they will see, Sinbad was going to make sure of that.
"Shhh… it's alright, you're gonna be fine. The nights of sin don't exist here. I promise. I love you." Sinbad soothed hugging the small boy lightly this time as his lips touched the others in a light peck. "Sleep." He commanded as he pulled the boy onto his lap and laid down onto the hard dirt floor wrapping the both of them up in each other's clothing.
And the two waited for the next sunrise to end the chilling night of remembrance.
But for know the weary boy slept.
The end…
Or perhaps it is just the beginning…
AN: sorry its so short, when the idea came to mind I had thought it be longer but it kinda went in its own way. Oh well. I hoped you enjoyed the drabble and yes I know it is sad –but that's what it was suppose to be –a bittersweet story, a little romance, a little tragedy, the usual. As for the song if you look into the double meaning of the word you might get what they are standing for. If you don't just review or PM me~
*Amir I just made this up, it has nothing to do with the Magi universe.
Well that's all for know,
Sincerely, bookgirl111