oh, darling

Have they ever questioned their sexuality?

I’ve discovered that… I like who I like… and it ends there.

When did they have their first crush?

I was really young… I liked Brian from The Backstreet Boys because everyone else was crazy for Nick, so I hoarded second best. He was first best for me though. Baby blues won me over early

The genie shrugged slightly and let their eyes wander around the store. Soraya wondered if Adriel would want any of it… “Hm? The smoke? Oh. That was nothing to worry about, it kind of just happens. But it doesn’t stain, at least it never has before.” They looked towards the clothing they were nearest to and inspected it. Turning over to the attendant, they gave a thumbs up. “All good, if you do find anything we could just charge my mistress.” They laughed as they thought of Adriel opening up an invoice to clothing she did not own.

The demon took in a deep breath of fresh air then exhaled loudly. It wasn’t tinged with the scent of Lysol or old people. It was glorious. And short-lived. The few people that were outside were being noisy, which made her turn her head to the side. “Honestly? Lock myself in, shut all the blinds and just laze around. It’s the only thing I really can do. There is no cure yet, and of course the answer wasn’t going to be vampires. They’re dead, why would illnesses affect them?” Aryana shrugged then eyed the girl “Do you have any symptoms?”

Homer smiled after hearing Aryana’s answer, then critique. She was smart. Of course when the nurse put it that way the idea did seem quite silly, but human’s continued to understand so little. Herself included. Homer just stayed extra quiet and asked before mouthing off opinions. “Sounds good. I hope you’ll be comfortable.” She chuckled before looking up toward Aryana at the question. “No, and I don’t plan on it.” Opening up the side of her jacket, Homer pulled out a standard cloth face mask and tied it on as an example. “Hey, it’s fashionable in Asia.”

The girl made a good point. A very good point. And it wasn’t like the demon cared for the wellbeing of the people seeking unneeded treatment. Plus, it would mean one of the dim-witted secretaries would have to  do this. Get coughed on, get yelled at. It was a wonder she was still there. Aryana looked down at the list of people then back up at Homer. “Give me a minute.” 

It didn’t take long for the nurse to change out of the dreadful scrubs and into other clothing. She made her way back towards Homer and proceeded to leave a note on a sticky. “Shall we?” She asked when finished. Without waiting for an answer, Aryana made her way out of the hospital, making sure her sunglasses were in place.

Aryana was unpredictable. Even as she told Homer to wait the girl couldn’t be sure what to expect. She’d gone somewhere in the hospital Homer wasn’t familiar with. Lost like any other routine visitor would be, Homer stayed put, and was pleasantly surprised once the woman reappeared set to return to civilian life. Homer smiled while Aryana strutted before her and made an effort to catch up. She set a snap back atop her head, feeling more secure with it on outside. “So, home? How do you intend to treat your symptoms?” A nurse would have a better idea besides the doctors themselves, right?

“I’m good, being paranoid comes in handy - I always double check my water.” She had a history with poisoned drinks, and had just begun to shake her habit of not drinking anything she hadn’t checked when the water happened. Klamenth was determined to keep her old life alive. “Death and poison water aside…how are you? Your aura is strange, right now. I can’t quite read it.” 

She was almost jealous. Sylvie once again knew what was up. Without a doubt her plants were still healthy back home. She smiled in spite of this and also because of it. Sylvie was in control. Wise. Safe. “Our healthy selves should leave town and watch this blow over from afar.” Blue eyes peak toward Sylvie again. Homer’s honest and forward as she’s ever been, “I’m glad you can’t...” with a short cocky shrug she smiles again. “My aura’s probably never been quite right. A lot of hatred recently, I guess... or frustration since I can’t read you in turn.” The tone was playful an pouty as if to say ‘it wasn’t fair’ to sit on her end so vulnerable. “Caring’s a real bitch.”

Adriel nodded, hating the ugly truth that she had become almost useless in such a short span of time. “Unfortunately. If it gets worse,” the witch paused and let out a sigh, “I don’t know. It already sucks as is.” Adriel couldn’t agree more with Homer’s statement. “I know how you feel. Are you, uh, sick, too?”

Homer wanted to tell Adriel that it wouldn’t get worse. She wanted to be carefree as she was at the Prohibition party, but the human was too grounded for it. Too self-reliant. “You should take a few days... it may be hard to but no one would blame you for it. I can look after you.” She smiled again and shook her head. “Just the plants. For now. I plan to keep it that way.”

She said nothing and simply folded her arms across her chest. Aryana watched as Homer approached and shifted her weight to her other foot. “No. And this child sneezed on me the other day,” she grumbled. There was a reason she never had child patients. She herself was acting like a child, but she didn’t care. “Plus someone needs to deal with all the townsfolk that think they’re sick. They’re not. Nothing wrong with them, just wasting my time.” 

Homer tilt her head and listened carefully to Aryana’s excuse and argument for staying. “Leave it to a healthy secretary instead. The paranoid ones will get sick if you’re screaming back at them more than you would on a good day.” Lifting a brow slightly she had to smile. “Or you can go on suffering... I know the appeal of complaining for the sake of.

“Whatever you choose... I’ll listen.”

“The poor little things, they really were looking so good. Are you okay, though?”  She hoped that the water had only hurt Homer’s flowers, and not the girl herself. The full extent of the contamination’s damage was yet to be fully revealed. “First those imps, now this. Klamenth is trying to send me to an early grave from stress.” 

Homer could agree with the stress. Since the Prohibition party she convinced herself to ease up a little and go back to enjoying Klamenth as she originally intended. A ghost here and there, but forgetting the most unwelcomed spirit. The imps she could take, due to naivety, but this scare was too much. She was losing control again. Felt insecure. At least she had Sylvie... “I’m fine, caught early enough, but can’t say anyone healthy is out of the woods entirely. Please tell me you are good at least.”

“And I really wish everyone would stop talking so loud.” The demon was in a horrid mood. The lights in the hospital were doing horrors to her eyes, the sounds on the street were going to make her ears bleed… It was all so unfair. Creatures like her shouldn’t be affected this way. She pushed her sunglasses higher up her nose. The sunlight could fuck off for all she cared. “Just try again when all this is over with.”

Homer couldn’t blame the woman for lashing out. Witnessing the minor tantrum, she supposed she had it rather good. “I will, Aryana..” Homer replied in a patient manner before approaching the woman. “There really is no way around it for you. Can’t you take off? They said it was contagious..” The huffing just might take a few more victims.