[text] Spoil me silly? I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this..
[text] But as long as your company is involved, I’ll be game for it!
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It doesn’t take long before Saima arrives at Lilli’s, with an outfit stored in a garment bag in hand. They’re not entirely sure what the occasion is, but it piques their interest. And besides, there’s nothing like a little bit of sudden adventure to add some energy to the week.
“Yes, yes. We could even build a little hot-house for anything else.” He just wanted to make his lover happy, let them grow what they pleased with no restraint. It was an easy and pure enough desire it only seemed fair to do everything in his power to make it happen.
“Ah, yes … it was unpleasant for everyone.” For Kyeong, for Matt charged to take care of the newly immortal bachelor as he learned his newly given abilities. “But, he is not here my love, and you are.” Pressing a peach-scented kiss to their cheek.
“Even better. Not having to worry about what is necessary to grow whatever we would desire.“ The idea of having a little hot-house seems absolutely wonderful as far as Saima was concerned. It would only encourage them to grow more which could be made into delightful meals.
A nod of understanding. Those sudden changes of circumstances would be overwhelming and even they can’t imagine particularly reacting well to having a human friend become more like them all of a sudden.
“Hm, true enough. I am here – with you. And that’s truly a gift.“ They giggle at the kiss to the cheek before returning a few of their own, humming as they do so.
Setau nods, nibbling at his bottom lip as he thinks about it. He often feels he is potentially helping someone but sometimes Thoth tells him he’s messing with the Order– too much good was sometimes a bad thing in his father’s eyes but….to Setau it was always a good thing.
“Ah, well, it is a good thing then to be able to do as you please. I mean, if you’re helping…that’s a good thing, no?”
Saima thinks for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I do try to be of service to people. And I get a lot of pleasure and fulfillment by helping people in a variety of ways.” While they knew it wasn’t really fitting of them to be to interventionalist in the lives of people, Saima did enjoy being a positive influence whenever they could. And sometimes that would have to be enough.
“Yeah, I guess so. I just hope she feels better about it in the next few months.” As she says this, she smiles at her daughter. In response the toddler reaches out and places a hand on her cheek. “Thank you sweetie.”
“That’s very real. I hope that she does as well.” Saima still can’t help but smile a bit when they witness Dahlia placing a hand on Rosemary’s cheek. “Still very precious though, nonetheless.”
Seeing Saima eyes land on the book she holds it up, the silver letters of its cover reading George R.R Martin A Feast for Crows bold and hard to miss. “I’ve been busy preparing for the new school year but otherwise fine. Unfinished summer reading,” she explains with a small shrug. “Not my usual genre and still the breaks between seasons wore on my patience.” Damn Kitty and Kurt and their continues marathoning of season one.
Once they see the silver letters, they give a nod of recognition. That had been a book they had checked out and of course, Martin’s work was quite engaging. “Hm, that’s very fair. Sometimes you’ve got to check out something new. I totally get being annoyed with the breaks between seasons. I’ve had to fall out of it for a bit cause following it felt like a lot.”
Gently, she covers her daughter’s ears so she can speak more freely about the situation without upsetting Dahlia. “She told me that she specifically doesn’t want a brother. I have no clue why…I’ve been reading her books about becoming a big sister but she isn’t having any of it.”
Saima listens carefully to what Rosemary says, only finding more sympathy for the situation. “Huh. That’s very strange – sorry to hear that. I guess it’s one of those things you can’t really continue to push on her when she’s not feeling it.”
Rosemary sighs as she continues to rub her daughter’s back. “I think she is acting out because of the B-A-B-Y.” She spells it out, since just mentioning the word distresses Dahlia.
A nod of understanding. “Oh dear, yeah I can imagine how she would be having a hard time.” It’s enough to wonder how the young girl is going to get through the rest of the time before the baby is born.
“Are there things like that? W–With gods I mean…” Thoth had on more than one occasion talked about trickster gods and even his own ‘peers’ that he felt did more harm than good for humanity– although, Thoth pretty much complained about everyone but himself.
“Like you’re…you’re very kind and I’m sure you only do…do nice things for people– do you have a…an adversary god? Someone who counteracts what you do?” Granted his situation at work with writers being counter intuitive to his own goals was much different than a light versus dark scenario.
“I mean – sure, there are definitely opposing forces. Although some of these ‘trickster’ figures might actually feel like their influences are in some way helpful.“
Saima gives a bit of a chuckle. “I do try to do nice things for people but.. I’ve had my own trickster moments from here and there. So I can be more ambivalent than I seem at times. I don’t exactly have an adversary god personally – but there are figures in the pantheon who have a more outright mischievous approach to things. ”
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