Pairing: Sinja
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Prompt: The picture '朝' by pixiv artist id=788054
A/N: Experimental fic using present tense. I think I'll still stick to past tense for my other fics because present tense somehow sounds…really weird… ._.
Given that Sindria is an island country located in the hot tropics, many people have often wondered about the dress code inside the palace. In contrast to the scantily-clad citizens and sleeveless soldiers, the upper ranks of palace officials were always dressed in heavy folds of fabric that seem rather out of place with the weather.
Doesn't it feel hot?
Yes, very much so, but this is the dress code around here. One has to get used to it.
But what is the reason for dressing in something so cumbersome?
Hmm…good question…the advisor said that we have to be presentable at all times in case of surprise visits. I suppose that is the reason why…
And so people go about their daily work, accepting the excuse that the thick white robes serve official purposes.
They were right about the advisor being the one that set the dress code, but they were not quite on the spot regarding the reason why. True, the white robes lend an atmosphere of professionalism. Yet the true reason might have been more personal…
~oOo~
"Get up, Sin." Ja'far prods the naked man beside him, receiving only a tired groan in return. He ignores his king's protests as he pushes himself off the plush bed.
Sinbad raises himself up on his elbows as the chilly morning air nip at his skin. "Remind me what we have to do again?" He mumbles sleepily while eyeing the exposed skin of the shorter man. Memories of their late night trysts came back to him and he grins at the angry marks littered across Ja'far's body. That is why he likes Ja'far's pale skin so much. It shows his marks clearly to anyone who look close enough.
"There's a hearing at eight. King Darius of Sasan will be here to discuss a treaty," Ja'far says as he pulls his shirt over his head. He groans at his reflection in the mirror. "Not again."
Sinbad knew Ja'far is referring to the red bite marks decorating his neck. More than once the ex-assassin had complained about the marks because it was 'embarrassing'. Yet Sinbad tends to ignore these complains when they were in the heights of their passion. "They look good on you." He teases.
Ja'far huffs in frustration. It is partly his fault that he didn't stop Sinbad from leaving those bites. "All thanks to you, we have to change the dress code in the palace." He buttons up the collar of his inner shirt and tucks his keffiyeh snugly onto his head.
There. The high collar and long keffiyeh hide the red bite marks around his neck perfectly whereas his robes hide away the scratches. Once again, he is fully presentable.
"Don't be late." Ja'far says, exiting the room quickly before anyone else woke up.
