mxridixs‌:

Nero outright ignores Giorgia, however he chooses to humour the other, stalking along the wall before lying down and letting an arm hang over the side, as if teasing his owner. It works. Gio puffs her cheeks out a little in frustration, placing both hands on her hips.

“There’s no way I can easily reach him…he seems to like you more, though. Do you think you can reach him? Or maybe we should try something else… I don’t have any treats with me…” She starts muttering to herself as she tries to figure out a solution.

Saima can’t help but take a little humor in the fact that Nero seems a little more willing to listen to them. 

“Ah, well, I can go talk to him. And see what I can do.” Casually getting a little closer to the wall, Saima waves at the cat. “Hey there. I know you’ve been resting up there and I’m sure it’s been relaxing.“ Honestly, understandable as far as Saima is concerned. 

“But it’d be nice if you would come down.. Just want to make sure you’re moving at your own pace.“ 

dxspereaux‌:

Contentment was all he knew how to take. Life had made him weary but also understanding and Idris took both his faith and experiences very seriously. There was always something to learn no matter how old he was. 

“Still, I greatly appreciate your words. People have often questioned why I take so much pride in a child that is not mine, but I always argue that he is my son. So every form of compliment bestowed on him also makes me happy.”

   “With the role that you’ve played in his life, I think you certainly have good reason to consider him your son. So it only makes sense for you to have credit for the accomplishments and the way that he’s turned out so far. ” If there’s something Saima had known, it’s that families could come in all kinds of arrangements and such parental relations could come in a variety of forms.

misfit-muses‌:

Tzipporah was most likely not a part of that show if she was not old enough at the time, but she had no doubt her foster parents and ring-master had put in a grand performance.

We have another show taking place in a couple of weeks in Venice. If you ever desire to attend"

  “In Venice you say?”Sounded like as good an excuse to be in Venice as any. Besides seeing the show again appealed to Saima. “I might have to check that out then. I’d be glad to see you perform.”

meghatarozva‌:

“I’m glad you are able to create as much as you want! You seem to be really happy with were you are in life, Saima. I’m happy for you,” Erzsi smiles happily at them. “Good music and good friends, I know I will have a good time. But thanks for the promise.”

“Honestly, changing things in my life as of lately has been one of my favorite decisions. It’s done wonders for me actually being able to enjoy being around.“ No exaggeration, Saima had found themselves invigorated by the fact of having so much more control over what they did and how. 

They return a smile. “I just wanted to make sure you knew, that’s all.”

dxspereaux‌:

“Yeah…we’re bros 4 life.” He signals a four with his hands and waves it in front of his face, a la John Cena.

“Right? When I get to heaven, I wanna be a comedian…because like I feel some newbies might be all sad, ‘cause they’re dead…and then I can make jokes and make ‘em feel better.”

A real bond. The sheer dedication. 

“That sounds like a good role to play. Everyone could use the chance to lighten up as they adjust to the afterlife. Nothing wrong with having some humor associated with the whole deal.“

futurepop‌:

     “Yeah I mean, honestly? I do stuff just for the aesthetic all the time.” No matter how weird or uncomfortable it may be, as long as she looks good Eve doesn’t mind. “I think the candy cigarettes suit me more than real ones though. I’ve had those before too, but they don’t taste very good.”

   “Understandable. As long as you feel like it’s worth it – then, might as well do it for the look of it.” Saima had been enjoying doing things for aesthetic value lately, it had been enjoyable even if it was always practical per say. 

“I can get how the candy ones would fit better – have a sweetness to it. The real ones ah.. not exactly made for pleasurable taste.“

mxridixs‌:

“Tell me about it. I swear he has some sort of sixth sense. Usually I can find him lounging on the porch or in the bedroom, but not today.” 

She grumbles slightly before her face lights up upon spotting the cat in question, perched up on a high wall. “Ah! Yes, that’s him! Nero, come here!”

Of course, the cat does not come.

“A sixth sense for causing trouble.“

Luckily it doesn’t take long for the cat to be spotted lounging on a high wall. The real challenge though will be getting him to come down. 

“Ah hey Nero- wouldn’t you please come down?“

dxspereaux‌:

“Oh, oh…that’s good! Have you read the novel? Oh, I should…I should recommend someone.” He thinks about a prolific writer he’d like to share. “I like Paul Bowles…he lived in Tangier and he wrote…many, many poems and novels– He even composed music. He’s written…lots of romantic and dark views of the city which I…I like a lot. It’s…it’s older works but I still feel it’s relevant.”

   “I have and I remember enjoying it. Although it may be time to revisit it since it’s been a bit since I’ve read the novel.” They had been on a bit of a poetry kick lately, perhaps because they had been composing at the same time. “Ah, that sounds really fascinating. I think there’s always a way for certain older works to be relevant if written well enough. So I would be glad to explore some of Bowles’ work”

mxridixs‌:

“Oh thank God. Do you mind helping me catch him?” She didn’t even need to see if this was the cat in question. “He has an appointment with the vet in half an hour and he’s… tricky.” She frowns before walking off in the direction the other had gestured to, not waiting for a response.

“I suppose, I can help.“ With that Saima moved to follow her in the direction they showed her. “Oh dear, it’s always the tricky ones who seem to get off to somewhere at the very worst of times.“