They/them. Black, autistic, agender, aroace. Likely to back up fictional writing here. Looking to have a good place to write in roleplay format for multiple characters -3 Original Characters to be honest with you.
-Saima has almost certainly be one to daydream about folks that they are drawn to and in the midst of this fog, maybe compose a little tune, or write a couple paragraphs about them. Will the inspiration of these moods ever actually witness the fruits of this situation? Perhaps, perhaps not. It really tends to depend on whether or not Saima ever even bothers to confess such interest in someone.
-And after a while, the ones that never get show – at least the writings, get destroyed. Cause Saima doesn’t want that energy around them. Although the music tends to stay since those can be sampled for other purposes.
– Crushing on folks these days tends to be a little bit of a different experience. Since those they are catching feelings for are more similar to the self that they’ve hidden for a while, these crushes often feel a lot more vulnerable and revealing. They aren’t entirely sure how to navigate this. It’s both similar and dissimilar to previous experiences and it leaves them confused. ]
She calmed again at the reassuring answer, tucking a strand of hair behind one gently pointed ear and her smile brightened once more. “Well that’s good to hear.”
“It makes two of us, though. I was one once, a long time ago, but not anymore…more like a memory of a person now, I suppose.” She looked them over carefully. “You seem like something more interesting than me. I’d don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone or anything that gave off such an aura. I’m guessing you’re alive for a start, unlike me.”
A nod of understanding, it only seemed fair to make it clear that Saima had no intentions of doing any harm to their surroundings.
Their interest was piqued when Lea mentioned being a person – albeit long ago. “That’s very interesting in itself. Must be quite the experience being around still after such time.”
“I guess alive is one way to put it. I’m a bit of a combination…“ Which would likely explain their unique aura. “Partially a restless spirit giving to wandering called the kodukaija. But I also embody the mythos and folklore so..something of a mythic deity at the same time.“
Saima’s responds with a bright smile, grateful for the praise. “Oh thanks, Ororo. I’m just really trying to be helpful. It’s the one thing that easy for me to get involved in over the years. I’m just glad that at this point, I’m reasonably good at it.” They always did care to be of service, it seemed to be the most effective way to past the long, long years of their existence.
™ – for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else ✔ – for my muse to respond to praise from yours ✗ – for my muse to respond to being scolded or punished by yours ♠ – for my muse to forcibly restrain yours ♢ – for my muse to introduce yours to a family member ♖ – for my muse to submit to or obey your muse’s orders Ұ – for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown ✺ – for my muse to help yours get through a frightening situation ✤ – for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare ✞ – for my muse to talk about somebody’s death ✉ – for my muse to write a letter/send an email to yours ✂ – for my muse to rescue yours from danger ¿ – for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question ♥ – for my muse to express physical affection to yours ღ – for my muse to express verbal affection for yours ♬ – for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down
Add ‘reverse’ to switch our muses’ positions. e.g. send ‘✤ reverse’ for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare, or ‘¿ reverse’ plus a question to ask it of my muse.
“ You are beginning to sound like Eris … ” Hecate makes a disgruntled sound, swinging her hips into a cocking motion, lazy even, before leaning against the surface of the wall. “ You were wise to choose a great many things. Bestow jasmine upon me and my appetite shall be sated. Now, shall we discuss your misuse of curiosity ? ”
“Apologies for the similarity, it wasn’t intentional, really.” With the confirmation of jasmine being the preferred offering, Saima moves to gift Hecate with jasmine. “Hm, sure we can discuss it. It’s really a matter of wanting to ask about your experiences but not wanting to rely on the random chance one stumbles upon your presence.” It seemed fairer to summon for a short period of time than to show up unexpected somewhere. Which while is in Saima’s skillset, isn’t exactly something they’d want to pull on the likes of Hecate.
“ yeah… well, tired is better than DEAD; you don’t have to worry about being bored when you’re dead. ” or do you? maybe. ‘depends what happens to you after you die, he supposes, and he can’t profess to understand the afterlife in it’s entirety, especially not for a being like Saima. but he doesn’t think he’d MIND ‘immortality’ too much– the thought of NOTHINGNESS after you die is much more scary to him; someone whose constantly trying to keep busy and occupied… but obviously, it had it’s drawbacks, too.
“ I just think it’d be hard; being around humans… it’s like setting yourself up to get hurt. ” knowing you’d be around long after they were gone… “ but it’s kind of like getting a pet, I guess.we get attached, even though we know they only live a few years. . . not to compare humans to hamsters, or whatever, but it kind of makes sense, right? ” he laughs, a little, but it’s a sad thought, though. hopefully, Saima had companions that didn’t have gerbil-like lifespans, compared to themselves. “ do you know other people– like you? ”
This seems to just be the fundamental difference, they’ve known people who have died and come back from death a number of times. To the point that they can sympathize with that kind of craving for a true end. Which is just something most humans would not really have any idea about that being the case. So it’s hard to make a statement based on info that’s not readily known to everyone. “Hm. I suppose it’s really a matter of perspective either way – how you actually feel about it.”
Saima gives a bit of a dark laugh at that. “You’re dead on about that. There’s definitely a lot of pain that comes from being around those who you know you’ll outlive. Sometimes the memories are comforting. Sometimes, they just make you question why you’re still here.” They give a bit of a shrug. “I get what you mean. Yeah, I do know some people who live pretty long time for different reasons. Either they’re other mythical folks or representations of areas. Both of which tend to have long lifespans – so I’ve had some company over the years.”
To know someone truly carrying the burden of the universe.
@ghostlymuses [cause i had this drafted a while back and was like…hmm let’s post it.]
And Saima thought they had so much responsibility. But this association, this closeness with one forced into such a position inspires a lot of introspection. For as difficult as moments could be, and as many sacrifices Saima had made in trying to look after the traditions, the land, the residents, they still had so much choice.
So many ways for which to carry out their duties. Almost to the point that it rarely felt like much of a burden at all, more of a calling than anything else. They dare not lessen the struggles they faced – but it seemed all the more besides the point.
Out in the nighttime, gazing at the stars, they find themselves gazing at the ones punished with the weight of the universe. To carry, to undergo so much, and to hear the intent, the desire to make up for it all. It moved them in a way that they couldn’t let Atlas do so alone. At least not entirely.
Surely, they were not in any position to directly alleviate that burden. But if being around, of staying close to him was going to be of any comfort, Saima found themselves all too willing to do so. Perhaps there was an admiration aspect to being around, a fondness that drove Saima’s desire to be of service, to be helpful in the face of such overwhelming responsibility. And so they desperately hoped that being compassionate, supportive and expressing legitimate interest in Atlas’ experiences would help any at all. If only they could be someone Atlas could turn to, that would bring Saima some comfort that is rarely found.
A pause in their thinking, who was Saima to kid themselves. Of course, there was an admiration, an underlying fascination that accompanied the need to be of service, to be close, to be of use. While as self-contained as ever, they couldn’t help but relish the idea of letting moments pull them closer to the Titan, in exchanges of stories, sly glances, soft touches, and getting lost in the managing of existence long past their ‘expiration dates’. Oh how they longed to run a hand gently against him, they didn’t even have a good explanation as to why. They just knew that the impulse was there and only a bit of caution would stop it. And even that wasn’t ignored all the time.
Although Atlas had been prone to some ridiculous moments, the wandering entity found it hard to judge. After all – being in existence for so long, every one of their kind was likely to be involved in some embarrassing incidents from time to time. Even if the Titan found himself a bit more vulnerable so such random ideas.
Still, traits like that always made Saima more endeared to him. To those with so much to handle and a deep consideration, a wisdom about dealing with it all. To those with such strength and yet potential for so much vulnerability. If nothing else, Saima liked to be someone who found a way to improve the lives of those they were close too. And this would be no exception.
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