Summary: Sinbad’s story has come to a close... And someone in particular is waiting for a chance to see him once more.
Trigger warnings apply for: Death
For so many years, Esra had thought about what she'd say to her son when she saw him next. While time had no meaning in the great flow, she'd watched on by Badr's side, fussed and worried, ranted and raved over Sinbad's choices. He was a brilliant man; in one lifetime, he'd fought so hard and founded a country that had changed everything. He had changed everything, and though she didn't agree with all he'd done, she couldn't be prouder.
Well, except over the fact he'd been god for a while. Honestly, that boy – where had he lost his way if he thought that was the right choice?
For 20 years, she'd watched and waited... And finally, the day had arrived. Once more, she'd get to see him – Her little Sinbad. The little sailor she'd left to himself at the tender age of 14.
And she'd thought she knew what to say – She'd scold him for his bad choices, praise him for the good, and finally, she'd get to hold him again. Her greatest desire, to just hold him and let him know how sorry she was to have left him alone, and how much she loved him. He'd deserved so much better than what he'd gotten, even if it had turned him into the strong, golden-hearted man she'd been watching over.
But when the rukh took his form before her, every word, every breath she'd prepared went out the proverbial window. No longer did she have any idea what to say, or even where her voice was. All she could do was look him over, from the top of his mussed hair, right down to his toes and back. He most certainly wasn't the little boy she remembered – No, he was a strong, lean, handsome man who'd done, so very much to make the world better.
The moment he smiled, whispering a simple “Mom-” she could barely make out, Esra reached out to him. Pulled him into a tight hug – So tall, when had he gotten so tall?! - and nuzzled her face into his shoulder, muffling a light sob. “My Sinbad... My little sailor, Sin...”
“Shh, now. Don't say a word.” Pulling back just barely, she cast a soft smile up to him, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I'm so very proud of you, Sin. So proud of everything you became. I love you, my sweet sailor. “ She couldn't hold back a hiccup or a smile, seeing the same little boy she remembered nuzzling her palm; no matter how long it'd been, nor how big he'd gotten, he was still her little Sin. And gods, she'd missed her baby so much...
Now, she had her family back. Once more, she felt complete.
