“Maybe You’re The Sun, And I'm

“Maybe you’re the sun, and I'm

the moon and we where never

meant to collide, but wouldn't it be

spectacular if we did?”

please don't steal, u can repost it but please give credit ( I saw someone else on twitter do this with another ship and then I thought of these two so bam here ya go guys).

also please check out: I'll keep turning down the hands that beckon me to come by deavors

heres the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/23097700 I really like how the writer made this comparison too.

when Sinbad and Marina do something reckless to save Proteus (low-key has abandonment issues BUT DOSNT VOICE IT OUT tires to be cool and collected about it CAUSE HES A PRINCE AND HAS LEARNT TO KEEP UP AN IMAGE FOR THE SAKE OF HIS FATHER BUT RIGHT NOW ITS NOT ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS)

Proteus: I AM LOST FOR WORDS!!!

Marina, narrating: despite being lost for words, Proteus yelled at us for the next ten minutes.

not my qoute cred to writer.

Like the tides

He almost doesn't recognize himself when he starts to clean and check and busy himself, just so that he doesn't have to feel like doing nothing. There is something that keeps him moving. An itching for something more. But how can he tell Marina, when it must be that he's bored, that the thrills of the life as a pirate seem to be what's missing. She said she'd figure it out, but if Sinbad trusts in one thing more than her it's his talent for fucking a good thing up.

Sinbad and Marina sail the seas together, but something's missing. Proteus has duties and should be used to being on his own by now. Some understandings take time.

[Read on AO3]

Oh hey look! It's the first chapter of my entirely self indulgent Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas OT3 fic! Only took me 5 years to write this lol. But I'm pretty happy that it's done and I made it through, I gotta say.