fiction, future, prediction

It wasn’t the first time the demon had sought the services of a Djinn to help him relieve the chaos that swelled inside his brain. But Aleksy had never come across one like Atticus before. And never had he stayed with one quite so long before either, considering their doctor-patient ‘relationship’ had been going on for quite some time. He was a melting pot of emotions as he sat out in the quiet courtyard, counting down the minutes until it was his turn. When the door opened and he saw the beautiful hypnotherapist step out and asked for his next appointment, Aleksy got up from the bench with a somewhat hesitant pace – part of him felt guilty for allowing himself to be so vulnerable around the other – before finally allowing himself to enter Atticus’ office. He waited until the attractive Djinn closed the door behind them before he began speaking. “I’m unraveling again,” Aleksy confessed before closing the distance between enough that it became intimate. “Help me, Atticus,” he pleaded softly, his hand coming up to rest on the man’s pec. Looking up at him with a gaze of quiet desperation, he pressed himself up against the doctor. “I need you.”

“My   superior?   That’s   hilarious.”   There   was   nothing   superior   about   the   things   here   in   the   city.   If   anyone   was   superior,   it   was   him.   He   was   HUMAN   and   he   was   still   alive.   The   war   should   have   taken   him   out.   Hell,   it   almost   did.   But   his   training   had   come   in   handy.   His   father   may   be   an   asshole,   but   at   least   he   trained   Jason   to   protect   himself.   He   was   no   hunter,   nor   was   he   something   supernatural,   but   he   did   seem   to   know   what   he   was   doing.   He   knew   the   weaknesses   of   certain   creatures,   but   his   annoyance   always   fell   to   his   family’s   kin.   The   fact   he   wasn’t   a   werewolf   would   always   bother   him   deep   down,   even   if   he   denied   it.   If   he   had   been   a   wolf,   he   wouldn’t   be   in   this   city.   He   wouldn’t   be   stuck   here.   He   wouldn’t   be   a   PET.

His   eyebrow   arched   at   the   man’s   tattoos.   They   hadn’t   been   there   a   moment   ago   and   for   a   moment,   Jason   assumed   he   was   losing   his   mind.   “The   fuck,   man.”   They   weren’t   like   his,   he   was   right   –   but   they   were   still   there.   He   liked   tattoos.   “I’m   either   losing   my   mind,   or   that’s   some   sort   of   magic   trick.   Are   you   a   magician?   That   would   make   a   lot   of   sense.”   He   was   too   pretty   to   be   a   magician,   but   he   didn’t   know   any   species   capable   of   doing   something   like   that   other   than   a   warlock.

“Is it,” Atticus asked flatly, not finding anything particularly funny about it. He wasn’t even sensing anything powerful or even old age from the boy, so he must either be all talk or exceptional at hiding any abilities. Strength though, that was obvious from his build, and he wondered if this one was going to be used for the fights, rather than a pleasure pet. “I’ll admit you’re probably strong, but you’re also the one in the cage at night, so stop being cocky.” His voice still didn’t carry much animosity, he wasn’t bothered by the occasional mouthy person, though he was a bit surprised at being addressed in such a way.

walking into the room, james allowed himself to pause for just a few minutes, eyes scanning the room. “i um…” he cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to ask what he wanted. this was harder than it seemed especially for him. but fuck, if he wanted this. besides, the worst thing that could happen was it didn’t work. it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because he was the only one that knew where he was at and he hoped the other kept quiet about who exactly he worked on. “i was wondering if you could help me?” of course that had to be a dumb question. sighing, he tried again. “is there a way to make me almost a perfect pet?”

Atticus waited patiently, this very room was the only place he was patient. It was amazing how difficult it was for some people to say what it was they wanted. That should be the easy part, but some were so used to denial, mostly the pets. Atticus was surprised at the request when it finally came. He’d had plenty of masters asking him to make their pets better, or others asking to dream up a world where their master was perfect and giving and kind but this was new. “You want to be a perfect pet? I can always help people out in some way, but it’s gonna take some figuring out on both of our parts. Are you normally a good or a naughty pet?” He found he was up for the challenge. “My name is Atticus, tell me yours. And what you are.”

Atticus sighed as he returned from a break, looking at the clock on the wall of his office. It wasn’t an official medical building, in fact he worked out of the downstairs portion of his home, but then he wasn’t the typical type of doctor. He wasn’t even a typical hypnotherapist. He used his Djinn abilities to his advantage, and the elite came to him to escape their daily lives for a while. Some were even addicted to the fantasy world he created for them with his magic abilities and returned time and time again as if it were a drug. Still, there were others he genuinely did help. Plus a few  who couldn’t pay but could benefit from his work still came to him, he was willing to work out deals and he also helped with some of the more unruly pets around, those deals worked out by their masters or the city.

Waking up naked and alone in a cell was the most terrifying moment in Viktor’s life. When the world changed, he and his family decided it was better to stay in their animal forms and live as such, but they were caught and he was told to run. Though he did run and it was a matter of days before he was caught.

He was forced to change and thrown into a cell. He was beyond scared and didn’t know what to do, as he sat in his cell hugging his knees to his chest. He tried to keep the tears at bay, but still, some streamed down his face. He sobbed knowing his family was probably dead and he was alone. He jumped when someone cleared their throat.

“Well that’s just the saddest thing I’ve ever seen,” Atticus said flatly. “A tiny crying naked pet. No one is gonna want you if you sit there like that. Pick your chin up a bit little pup.” Atticus had the luck to have a wealthy family all his life and when he was young, status was incredibly important, now things had come full circle and he was back to being on top again. It wasn’t cockiness, it was just what he was used to.

He did his best to examine the boy even in that curled up position. “I haven’t ever bought pets for beauty competitions but I’ll bet you anything someone will pick you up for it. I’ve seen em and you fit right in. Quite pretty.” He said it as if that would cheer the boy up.

It   was   rare   he   got   a   shower.   When   he   did,   he   usually   took   his   time,   regardless   of   the   creepy   guards   standing   around,   glaring   at   him.   For   Jason,   showing   off   wasn’t   exactly   an   issue.   He   had   the   looks   –   he   had   the   attitude   –   why   not   get   something   out   of   it?   He   had   managed   to   wash   his   hair   and   finished   washing   the   soap   off   his   body   when   he   reached   to   turn   off   the   water,   his   free   hand   reaching   around   the   corner   to   grab   the   towel.   He   quickly   wrapped   it   around   his   waist,   tying   it   before   he   stepped   out,   hand   wiping   the   water   out   of   his   eyes.

He   didn’t   need   super   senses   to   know   someone   was   standing   there,   watching.   “If   you   have   a   question   about   my   tattoos,   I’ll   add   you   to   the   list   of   other   morons   who   ask   the   same   thing.”   His   tattoos   were   personal   to   him.   They   may   not   hold   a   meaning   to   anyone   else,   but   they   did   to   him.   The   symbols   told   a   story.   His   story.   Or   at   least   the   story   his   father   had   given   him   before   he   switched   it   up.   Trapped   had   been   the   last   symbol   added,   right   before   he   had   been   tossed   into   this   shit   hole.

“Do   something   useful   and   hand   me   my   clothes.”   

Atticus didn’t have any pets of his own at the moment, but he did like to look around at them on occasion. He was always drawn to certain people, mostly those who paraded insanity or instability around, practically advertising that they could use a few sessions in his office. The more fun type of sessions cost quite a bit of money, but he worked things out with the city for pets in need.

He hadn’t actually meant to wander into the showers but it turned out it was the best place to do some looking without pesky clothes getting in the way. Taking the time to let his eyes wander over the person in front of him he admitted with a nod that he was wondering about the tattoos. “That’s no way to talk to your superiors. Who the hell lets you get away with speaking to them like that?” Atticus’s voice wasn’t angry, he actually seemed mildly amused. “I was wondering about the tattoos, because they aren’t like mine.” He let his own tattoos show for a moment, magic kept them barely visible most of the time unless he was using his hallucinogenic powers, but they covered his entire body.

X | OPEN

“The world just all seems to be such a small place when you’ve seen almost every corner.” Dorian took the binding of the book and let fingers crease gingerly against the leather. The mock reptile pattern pressed into the silken skin within the palms of their hands. But the tactile distractions and the context of the ink couldn’t keep their gaze from growing heaver upon the other. They smiled. Suggesting an inviting atmosphere for the two of them to possibly encounter a lovely conversation. “I trust the day has treated you kindly and the evening is just as provocative.” They gestured to the chair beside them and settles back. “Perhaps two strangers can meet in a quiet place and just test where random chance takes them? Maybe we’d even let the meeting of the minds be entertained by soft conversation?” They smiled. Gentleness was a trait few mastered and fewer displayed. As vibrant as their energies were, they were quite crafty at emulating and displaying them all. So many choices and they couldn’t decide exactly where to land. “Shall I order us a drink? Two?” 

Atticus paused before replying. “I stopped looking when it all started to blend together, war torn plains and little places popping up here and there trying to rebuild.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked out at the horizon, picturing both the pre and post war areas he’d seen. The juxtaposition of them against each other was sharp, jarring, especially for those who’d lived long before. His eyes were drawn to the book the other person held, finding the pattern soothing somehow or maybe it was just the voice that didn’t grate against his ears like so many others had today. Seeing his invitation to join the fellow Djinn, he took the offered seat and nodded. “My day began a little trying, but things have mellowed out since, and I’m hoping for a nice evening.” Atticus was definitely open to having a conversation and seeing where things went. Perfect plans fell through way too often to trust, and spontaneity was far more interesting. “A drink was what I was searching for in the first place so one of those would be fantastic.”

BOLD - all that applies to your muse. 

EYES:  blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other HAIR:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other BODY TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

SKIN:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

SEXUALITY:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic

POSITION: top | versatile | bottom | dominant | switch | submissive

SPECIES:   human | shapeshifter | demon | djinn | witch | elf | vampire | werewolf  EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other I’VE BEEN:   in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

POSITIVE TRAITS:   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous| intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent |romantic| moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

NEGATIVE TRAITS:   aggressive | bratty  | conceited | controlling | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | naive | impatient  impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid| possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful |anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic |slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

LIVING SITUATION:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other| lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other PARENTS/GUARDIANS:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other SIBLING(S):   sister(s) | brother(s) | half-sister(s) | half-brother(s) | none | other RELATIONSHIP:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

I HAVE A(N): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability