Neith Zaki

Safieh had allowed herself a moment away from the diner when she'd came across the scene. There was something about music that always seemed to draw her in, the woman gently swaying in tune, a hum escaping her lips. "Oh me?" It was almost as if she was snapped from a trance as the other spoke. "No request, unless you know how to play fae tunes." With a small shrug of her shoulders, the woman smiled. "Definitely no hidden talents here."

It was fascinating, or perhaps Neith was just indulging in the attention. Regardless she offered a flicker of a grin, fangs retracted so not to temper the mood. “Darling, I might just know one or two.” Occasionally, it paid dividends to not limit herself to her own court. She readjusted her risha, and delved right into another song. “I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful… Toying somewhere between love and abuse… Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful…” Neith let her voice carry, but kept her gaze bound to the sweet fae. She rounded to a finish, and paused should she, or anyone else, wish to applaud. 

Dark brown orbs eyed the other with curiosity, she hadn’t been speaking with Talon but he found the whole display more than entertaining. He had visited Justport that afternoon to embrace some ocean breeze. Never did he expect to come across such an interaction. He didn’t necessarily disagree with her words, but found her delivery more than eccentric. “A request?” He finally questioned, taking one last drag from his cigarette before dropping it onto the concrete and crushing the burn with the heel of his shoe. The other she had been initially speaking to used the opportunity of Talon’s words to make their escape. 

Impeccably, one fool left and another came forth to replace. Neith giggled to herself. The island youth were getting dumber and dumber by the century. “Yes sweet summer child…a request.” Neith slinked up to stand, her voice rolling from a purr to sung silk. “…My heart is on a wire, sitting pretty like a bird, but the hunter is out…and the eagle has heard the word…” Neith tapered off, leaning into a slight bow. “Now would be the appropriate time for you to clap, but you’ll be forgiven.” She straightened to circle back and collect her oud. “Have you been properly schooled? Or were you born yesterday?”

the fae stretched their legs out in front of them, brown orbs watching the other pace back and forth. ❝ i have quite a bit with an accent of blue. it is a very popular color, you know, ❞ they answered, amusement lacing their words. they could never make anything easy. a long hum left her lips. ❝ a signet. interesting. and you have looped me in because.. ? ❞

Neith turned to her, regarding the fae with a critical arch of her brows. “…because there’re so few on this island that create as you do.” She circled back around, to perch herself on the arm of a chair. Neith wanted to believe Dewitt was the picture of innocence, but it would be loathsome to be naive. “It need not be a signet… forgive me Dew I’m being sentimental to the past. All I desire is something beautiful.” 

The snap in her tone and the way that her eyes stuck to the ring that he held gave Asterion a thrill. This was exactly what he had needed when he went out that morning. He laughed– a cold delight in the sound that answered Neith’s hiss. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. “It is now,” he answered, holding his hand up as if to admire the thing, turning it over so that it was caught between his open palm and finger. “How very naive of you,” he crooned, looking back at the vampire finally. “I would never get along with a bloodsucker like you. And as for where I got it, I can’t betray my sources.” Or alert her to what he was really up to. “Cowering? Please, Neith. I’m just enjoying the feel of it on my skin. Come and join me, it feels so good. You must miss it dearly. I’ll even let you borrow my ring if you come and join me.”

Of all the people on this wretched island to have it. To be in posession of her most beloved. Her ire simmered, tempered as she took useless and practiced breaths through gritted teeth. “And what would daddy think of you being a thief, I wonder…?”

It had been an atrociously long day. Practically exhausting, fingering through hours of paperwork as she stayed hunched over in her desk until she was nearly forced out. Told to go try to enjoy her night, or at the very least go home and get a decent nights rest. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to talk her way into finishing her lists of task, she headed out. But she didn’t go home despite the desperate need for sleep. She found her way to the bar in hopes of seeing her friend. When she hadn’t, she decidedly plopped down in a seat at the bar and dropped her backpack at her feet with a loud humph before ordering a drink. Something decent tasting, but not too alcoholic. She certainly didn’t need a hungover. 

Neith uninvited, slid into one of the seats this end of the bar. Unbuttoning her jacket to let it fall neatly as she ordered herself a fresh drink. This time she wouldn’t ignore it. But took slow, pained and slight sips. “Garlic like a flower girl?” The image cast was bemusing as for once Neith had some idea of this particular tradition. If only because she’d once crashed a wedding. She giggled, bringing her cup to her lips. A manageably small sip, before she leant forwards onto the bar. Intimidatingly closer. “I wouldn’t suggest tossing it, you should keep it close to your person…” Neith’s gaze momentarily shifted past her, to the man she’d accosted who’d all but disappeared now into the crowd. “I would recommend silver.”

with @neithzaki​​ 15 years ago in Manila

The trip itself was singular, in so much that Neith was glad to be rid of the island. She had left her companion behind, hunting for something different, and there he was. Shining in the iridescent lights, Neith humoured herself with watching. It probably wouldn’t bode well if she had him here, in the alleyway, behind some raucous club. The innards of which, Neith was pleased to steer well away from. 

"Huh, fair enough. The kids fuckin' love it. Even the older ones, who usually act like they're too cool. Add pirate in front of anything and they get interested," Kit explained, not that he was sure the other cared, but the wide grin remained plastered against his lips.

Evidently, not all the children had left. Neith stared, digesting the information offered with a slow cant of her head. “So…you lie to them, curious.” It was not unheard of, certainly she could admire him for it. To what ends, she did not really comprehend. Pitifully, it all boiled down to a particularly mundane answer. “And you…do this often?” Neith asked, sweet as can be. She navigated around one of the mats, toeing it with the point of her shoe. It was lacklustre, but he wasn’t.

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Bloody Mary. “Scandalous you should let your creativity slip.” It would be a shame and waste, Neith revelled in the sharp edges the wry octo could offer her. Though, not their disobedience. Neith’s smile grew as Hennel leant forwards, beckoning them in, until Neith’s hand was in their own. Everything collapsed in on itself in a moment as Hennel probed at the festering wound. She wetted her lips, dragging her tongue across the underside of her fangs. “Careful…”

closed: asterion & neith

Neith giggled high and sharp, perhaps she’d let time slip by her a little too much after a night of gluttonous indulging. Not to worry, she’d find her way home, somehow. This was all good and well, but a certain name surfaced drawing Neith dangerously close to the surface. Curiosity had pulled her to him, what would a wretched little wet dog want with her? But it became quickly evident. Neith stopped so she remained sheathed in shadow. “What do you want?” She snapped, her gaze magnetised to the ring, her ring, the lapis lazuli inscribed with a scarab. It was unlike any other. High off of bloodwine, she had a momentary lapse, and lunged forwards but snapped back with a hiss. Weak as the morning sun was, it still burned. “You little shit of a dog. That isn’t yours.”

open starter ( kit & utp ! ) location: a park in justport or skulls & barbells

Neith lingered like an omen, really she was only to be passing through, the sun had only just skirted down past the edges of the horizon. Except, she couldn’t discern what in the ever loving fuck was unfolding in front of her. “Uh…” She narrowed her eyes at him, and the gaggle of youths that were obnoxiously loud but seemed to be disbanding. Alhamdulillah. “Can’t say I have…”