A/N: Hello ther it's been a long time since I've written anything/posted anything here but I'm back ;A; This is a fluffy drabble (a reply to an ask meme, actually) & you know how terrible I am with fluff ;_; But, here you go!
Theme: Flower Crown
Pairing: Sinbad/Judal [SinJu]
Rating: K+
Somehow, there Judal was: body curled up on the lush green pasture; lying just beside Sinbad – with a bed of flowers within arm's reach. The oracle couldn't remember what had compelled the king to accompany the ravenette here. Nevertheless, there the king was; weight supported by his palms as he leaned back; gold hues glued onto the skyline.
"Hey, idiot king." The oracle drawled lazily; scarlet orbs that were stunned by fatigue gazed upwards to meet golden.
"What is it?"
"Say, why do people give each other rings when they're married?" A random question, actually: he had observed a lot of ceremonies whereby a man would often present a ring to a woman before they were pronounced as married.
Ah, the brat and his random impromptu questions, Sinbad's lips were tugged into a smile.
"Well, it's something like…" The king paused before staring into the horizon; where an orange was plummeting halfway behind endless tall hills.
"A symbol to signify their partnership."
"Does it have to be rings?"
"Well, what other things do you have in mind?" An answer filled with sarcasm was received before the magi chirped.
"I know!"
On that note, Sinbad's heavy eyelids fluttered shut. The oracle was probably going to show him something stupid, he sighed.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Judal finally shattered the stillness.
"Hey, idiot king!" When the king cracked an eye open, he was greeted by a rather innocent-looking magi and in his soft hands was a flower crown. Was that brat serious?
"Heh. You can't use tha-" The widening of golden hues; the swift movement of an oracle's hands – they all happened in a blink of an eye.
"Now, you're mine, stupid king." A smirk played on his lips before he adjusted the crown on Sinbad's head; sticking out his tongue as he did so.
"J-Judal!" The king wanted to protest but somehow – just somehow, a glint of disillusionment in the magi's eyes made him do otherwise. It was something foreign, Sinbad noted. Never before had he seen that emotion in Judal's eyes. Usually, it would be crazed lust for war, destruction, or even Sinbad himself. However, right now, there was just something alien surfacing in his radical red orbs: something chaste and similar to that of the innocence a child possesses - something that Judal never had.
"Stupid magi." Sinbad muttered under his breath.
"Your stupid magi." Corrected Judal.