Saima doesn’t really need to be remembered per say.
But if there was one thing they would especially like to be remembered for – it’s being able to be of service to those around them. To be able to be a guiding presence and someone who supported the needs and creative efforts of those in the area.
I suppose they really just want to ensure that there’s a spirit of mythic thinking that passes through traditions over the years.
Saima often describes themselves as independent, reserved, and creative. There are probably more words that they could use – but those three seems to sum up their self-description fairly well.
I would describe them as otherworldly, reserved and eclectic. There’s just something about them that suggests of another time and place entirely. And they have strong eclectic and unusual tastes. To be fair, my fourth word for Saima would also be independent because they tend to not let themselves get controlled easily even in the face of their home having other people in charge.
BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.
BROTHERS KARAMAZOV: orthodox monasteries. deep woods. starry nights. the sound of paper being torn. dimly lit rooms. withered roses. an unfinished letter. piles of books. the sound of shattering glass. ticking of clocks in a silent house. heavy wooden furniture. the air before a storm. the smell of earth. a crowd of people dressed in black.distant murmurs. emptied streets. the fear of walking alone at dusk.
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of a blade against the skin. slender, pale fingers and slightly shaking hands. a red stain blooming on white fabric. lonely steps in a corridor.the slow dripping of water. looking out the window into thickening darkness. a single dying candle on the table. listening to one breath and counting heartbeats. too many stairs.the desire to be invisible. a subtle memory of kind words.
THE IDIOT: classical statues. wealth covered with dust. a dark house tainted with inherited madness. an unsettling feeling. long walks in a park. useless chatter. a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench. a melancholic face. an unexpected spring rain. the joy of reading a favorite book. the clarity of mind after perceiving the world. looking at a cloudless sky.
ANNA KARENINA: fields of crops. flowers brought from an early morning walk. the wind caressing a girl’s hair. a bowl of fruit. the smell of ripe pears. the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea. children’s laughter coming from a garden. soft sunlight and white curtains. the sensation of velvet against skin. pearls from a ripped necklace silling on a marble floor. a sudden silence in a room full of people.
WAR AND PEACE: a glass of wine. the brightness of a crystal chandelier. white lace. a raging snow storm. the sound of a door being gently closed. the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom. indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light. closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing. the sweet smell of strawberries. a pair of gloves left on an armchair. the light scent of powder.
THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: the chaos of a lively city. ambient jazz in expensive restaurants. jumping on a moving tram. the sight of moscow from the roof of a house. yellow flowers in a vase. leaning out the window. shelves stacked with books. a small tin box with old photographs. strange shapes in the night sky. laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony. colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating on the wind.
EUGENE ONEGIN: a lonely mansion. reading a book in the parlor. faint piano melody lingering in falling silence. long evenings. passing seasons. discussing french novels of the moment. unspoken thoughts. leaning against the door frame. quickly averted glance.eating a peach, absent-minded. bright mornings. footprints in snow. a loud gunshot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.
FATHERS AND SONS: birch groves. morning mist. moss-covered stones near a moor. scientific books. white roses. cheap champagne. shabby pocket watch. lighthearted irony. a maladroit cello sonata. freshly mowed glass. letting thoughts come and go. a slow yawn.picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes. drinking tea on the porch.
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO: a strange feeling of loss. writing poems in a diary. traveling by train. the hesitation before touching someone’s hand. the gaze of one lost in thought.the warmth of cinnamon. a scarf brightly embellished with flowers. a glass of water. a threadbare jacket. the tempting void. the evanescent serenity of yesterday.
CHERRY ORCHARD: a lone chair in an empty room. falling blossoms. old samovar.the unsettling need for change. a mirror reflecting a full moon. the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless with a second glance. an out of tune piano.
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APHRODITE: laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO: glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly-organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.
ARES: armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well-worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA: discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers, ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.
DEMETER: soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom-friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek-furred panthers. theater masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased-stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.
HERA: resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.
HERMES: devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. evening mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON: storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS: thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.
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Tagging: continuing the theft train
✨darkness and mystery.
bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody handprint on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia |a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along traintracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage |heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | a ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain |withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust |many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood.
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Saima finds themselves switching between laying on their back and laying on their sides. They usually hold a blanket or a pillow in their sleep idly. It’s one of those things that they don’t pay too much mind too – since usually sleep for them is more of a mental journey while resting.
It depends.
A lot of time Saima has been likely to do things fairly quickly for the sake of efficiency and getting things done. And so that is built into the kind of habits that they have on a regular basis.
But if they aren’t actually working or trying to assist someone – they will take pleasure in taking things slow. Since they have so much more time than many they could ever come across, it’s hard for them to rush through more pleasurable experiences.
Note – saima can honestly send people places but tends not to do so out of ethical concerns. If they aren’t going to make sure that person arrives safely where they are going, they are not going to send anyone anywhere.
Although they’ve been tempted to do so a few times in the past anyway. But the risky aftermath of dealing with who went where and how tends to not make that whole thing worthwhile.
Hobbies-
‘I tend to spend a lot of my time playing music, composing songs and performing at local venues under some alias or another. So that’s one thing I enjoy.
Another hobby is probably … I’ve been getting into handiwork a bit so I’ve done some knitting and sewing as of late. It’s enjoyable to have created something that you can take comfort in.
I also spend a solid amount of time gaming – I mostly play independent art games but I do enjoy a very challenging platformer and am a sucker for an interesting playstyle.‘
Habits:
Running their hands through the back of their hair. It’s soft to touch and honestly is probably a calming mechanism. Also helps them think just to have something running against their fingers.
At dawn, lurking and running about the forests. It’s one of their favorite ways to start the day and no matter the weather, Saima is all too willing to just wander and move throughout the forest like it’s their own. Because.. it more or less is, to be honest.
Singing to themselves while they work on a task. It’s usually pretty low in volume and more than likely to be in Estonian, although they have sung in older variants while they work on a project. They just enjoy singing and try to incorporate it into their life as often as possible.
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