Nightshade

“Many of our kind are weak, and the ages easily drive them to madness and insanity. Well. More than what is natural.” The rubbing under its chin has the spirit leaning a little into the touch, always secretly eager for the sensations of having a body. “But you like his energies, don’t you? I can tell. Your aura is alight with desire. It’s a lovely sight…” Its voice turns a little playful, joking. “But be so kind not to soak him empty, yes?”

“Now they make them like you, then?” the spirit laughs. “Though, I remember you to be quite the unique one. Not entirely selfish either, considering this establishment of yours.” It tilts his head a little, suddenly sounding almost playful and daring. “I do not need to watch. I can read his memories, his thoughts. Which means I am also aware that you intrigue him. He is not entirely aware of it yet, maybe, but you are straddling him. His mind already made that connection. Though I cannot tell if he would go through with it, eventually. He might reject you, though it feels unlikely, that’s what I know.”

For a moment, the spirit is silent, before it shrugs calmly. “I am free of mortal desires. There is only so much I can do for myself, so I might as well do things for others now and then. Cures the boredom of the ages.” It hums in agreement there. “He is easily embarrassed, I know you would have your fun. Very well…” the spirit grins, amused. “Do inform me of any arising desires, would you be so kind? I would like a warning to get to an appropriate… mental distance.”

“I did not sense his olympian heritage right away, I admit. I wanted to protect his mother, and when I could not save her, I chose to protect what was most dear to her.” The light patting makes the spirit smile slightly, followed by an odd, amused chuckle. “That would be distasteful. If you were to suddenly take such interest in the kid, I would politely go back to sleep. I am too old for such interests, I’d say. Besides…” it lowers its voice a little. “Sex he cannot remember makes him very anxious and tense.”

“They might not know better? I could not spend the rest of my existence that way. I am glad to have found purpose.” It doesn’t have to say it out loud for the both of them to know that it was referring to the demigod it possesses. “So only a select few have energies you can tolerate? Otherwise you would not be straddling this kid, would you not?”

“I see.” The spirit nods sagely, its head tilting a little. “You are a fascinating one. I have met many of our kind throughout the ages, and few choose to become part of the world the way you have done. You are a nice change… ever-silent guardian spirits and mindless nature spirits and the likes.” It gives Hansol’s knees a light squeeze, a low laugh rumbling in its chest, echoing faintly. “The bare human skin bothers you?”

“This one is a leaf water creature,” the spirit gives a small laugh at its own joke, casually settling its hands on Hansol’s thighs on either side of its body. “I can imagine that must be useful. Having a vessel of your own make. But does it not get tiring? I enjoy the times I can relax and just sleep while the kid is awake. How do you cope? The mortal world has a tendency to quite tear at our substance at times.”

“I’ve had two decades to get used to this body,” the spirit shrugs, hands eventually letting go of Hansol’s wrists and letting itself fall on its back. “Exchanging energies. Yes, that does make sense. Skin is a wonderful connection.” It looks the witch over once more, head tilting as if it suddenly realizes something. “You… have chosen to create your own form, if I am not mistaken? Instead of possessing a vessel?”

The spirit’s grip is rather lax, Hansol could easily pull free if he tried, but it was nice not to have someone rubbing their hands all over its face. “Messing with the mortals… that does sound like you.” It tilts its head, voice neutral as ever. “Which brings me to another question. Why are you sitting on him? While I know he would not be disinclined to sleeping with you, it is still… odd.”

“Very true. But I do not struggle or mess with him. And he does not complain about sharing his body.” The odd pulling and squishing at the cheeks has the spirit frowning and only then does it move one hand to wrap around Hansol’s wrist and stop him, calmly but firmly. “Tell me about this place,” it requests after a moment, glancing around the room again. “What are you doing here with the mortal fleshlings?”