Well, this is certainly a surprise. Saima knows they don’t usually get visitors at this time. And yet..the fact that this girl knows how to seriously shred is impressive and gets some rather enthusiastic headbanging out of the deity. [m/]
“Oh? Uh, I’m sorry, I … I like the woods so I’m out here.” That was all, really, just a desire to take a break from healing and the city and their homework. The being before them – certainly not human, but unknown otherwise, didn’t seem maleficent, but they were wary nonetheless, tucking the leaves back into their pocket.
“Don’t think you needed to scare me, but it’s okay …” They shifted to draw their knees up to their chest with a bit of a sigh, try to slow their heartrate back down. “Are you also just … Out here?”
“That’s very fair. You don’t to apologize for liking the woods.“ They knew the apology was likely coming out some wariness and/or fear. Perhaps Saima should have known the reaction was to somewhat defend their actions in one way or another. It’s better to own it – but…suppose that in this case it doesn’t apply.
“Pff. No I didn’t need to but I got a little entertainment from doing so. Alas, you just happened to be distracted enough to pull a stunt on. But yes.. I’m just out here more often than not. I usually am in deeper parts so I don’t see people all that often.“
He was going to make another joke about Russia’s dick but he’ll refrain. He felt a cold chill just then and would like to remain inside, thanks.
“A blanket, please.”
Saima was lowkey dreading what was likely for Vin to say and thus was visibly relieved at the mention of a blanket.
“Yeah, sure. Gladly will get you a nice blanket.“ With a small sigh of content, they go to the linen closet and return with a warm, homemade blanket that’s sure to help Vin out.
“This should do the job just fine.“ They hand over the blanket to their friend.
conversion? everything about that sounded terrible. “ I don’t get why people can’t just do their own thing, and leave everybody else alone… always trying to make everybody just like them. life would be so boring if everything believed the exact same thing; & acted the same way… ” he never understood the human compulsion to conform. at least the world’s attempts to do so would never work on him. he was too stubborn, really, and could care less if he was different. but he felt bad for the people who it did effect… “ so, wait– before the ‘conversion efforts’, did people, like… worship you? ”
“Yeah, you’d think it’d be easier to leave people to their own business. But those after power will find any justification possible to expand and not mind their business.” And trying to get people to fall under your beliefs was definitely a way for people to seek control and influence. A story that played out way too many times in Saima’s existence.
“And. Yes. Especially since I could really give them that touch of the surreal of the beyond this world. I was definitely regarded as a special entity in those days.“
“Oh, I don’t think I could handle all of it on my own.”
OKAY HE’LL STOP MAKING HEART EYES AT RUSSIA NOW! But his dick is big and we all know it. Where’s @zhestokiyvek when you need them.
“Maybe that’s the not good part of me. I bite off more than I can chew.”
“…Once again, that is your problem.“ There is nothing there that Saima can say. Even if that fact is likely true, it’s one they really…am not trying to consider. At all.
“Everyone has their flaws and all that. So. Can’t really hold that against you.“
“oh… ” a grimace, realizing he’d drudged up some rather unpleasant memories. on the plus side, Saima was the one who came out on top, obviously unburnt and still very much alive. “ sorry to hear that… ” he’s not sure what else he can say, offering a look of sympathy. “ I’m always glad I wasn’t born back then… I don’t know what people would think of me– of what I can do. probably nothing good. and I can DEFINITELY be set on fire, so... ” without question, it would’ve been a bad time! even now, he’s a little uncertain about revealing his magic to people. but the worst thing he expects is to be called crazy– not a pyre. people were much less… fanatical, these days.
“ well, at least that’s all behind you now. ” things were simpler, bearing witness to boring love potions, not in fear for their life… but– “ I bet things were more exciting way back when. when people still believed in & understood magic, and all that. . . wait, did they ever? or is that just in stories? ” it’s hard to imagine a world with witches and everything else supernatural out in the open. but it sounds kind of nice. no secrets; people would respect you…
maybe someday it could be like that again. but humanity was definitely not THERE yet!
Saima gives a small shrug in response, it was a harsh situation but they were used to such things coming up over time. “I guess. I’m still here nonetheless. So I can’t complain too much. But yeah, it would have been rough for you in those situations – some people might have found your abilities useful. But if there were conversion efforts – beware.” Such was the facts of imposed religions causing more trouble in their spread. Still, they would take witnessing the creation of love potions over that period again anyday.
“Oh, I do remember when people still believed in those stories – that’s when I started making my appearance among folks – when those stores were spread as truths. Their ways of interpreting the world around them. Those times were pretty enjoyable and fun as far as I can recall.“
“I wouldn’t mind being shaped by the Russian. Meow.” What can he say? He likes big old white guys. Especially when he might be asphyxiated to death (sexually of course). “Although I can’t see myself behaving contrary to how I am now. My customs are perfect.”
Saima just stares at him with the most unsettling look. “Well, you can go handle that on your own.” Deadpan responses are the only way they can manage to respond to shit like that.
“Hm, true. I guess in the end you came out great the way that you are.“
ambrosia sits and tilts her head at the newcomer, but deimos knows she’s not going to outright approach them, like he’s trained her not to. deimos’ smile is relieved, and a bit sheepish. ❝ are you sure? i can move aside. ❞ not that moving three feet onto the grass is going to make his dog happy.
“I promise you, it’s fine. I was just out here to get some fresh air. ” Saima is a little curious about the dog, tempted to tilt their head a bit in return. Something they’ve done with animals before. “Don’t need to move for my trouble – if I was really trying to get anywhere, I’d have no problem going around.”
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