#devilscharity

     “ would that be so horrible? ”

     it’s unclear whether he means humanity, or memory, or something privy only to him, locked out of theo’s reach. he is perhaps less human than them, perhaps far more ancient, as old as the canyons formed by blistering winds and the crawl of glaciers long melted. he must have access to a well of knowledge theo doesn’t; what other authority would grant him the wherewithal to impart a warning upon them? they study him openly, wolf’s eyes gleaming, and tip their head until the moon spills silver down their jaw, highlighting a reflective pupil.

     they prepare a sufficiently mysterious response, testing the water, hands curled in their pockets. he’s trying to get at something; theo wants to know what.

     “ the return can be more painful than the departure. i’m curious what lends you to believe it won’t come back. ”

1. Back when the Kharid was still a jungle and the Mahjarrat were still new to Gielinor, Wahisietel had a tendency to uhhh... wander off seemingly at random. He had already started cataloguing information, though his journals at the time were nothing more than scraps of parchment. One of his more embarrassing encounters with the local environment was when he was showing Azzanadra something he had found... only to discover at the worst possible time that mud is slippery and water is wet. By losing his footing and falling into the Elid. Azzanadra ended up pulling him out of water, after almost being pulled in too. It's a pretty tight-lipped secret between the two of them, a source of immense shame for Wahi. To this day, no one knows. I doubt even Sliske tbh.

2. DnD Wahi actually has pretty bad claustrophobia. He really struggles with being indoors, regardless of how big the building is. Tavern, castle, hell even walled cities make him super antsy and restless because he feels trapped. What is it exactly? Solid walls. He has only ever slept in tents. A tent you can easily escape from, as the walls are cloth and they can be moved. Wood and stone on the other hand? No. Wahi believes that nothing is ever truly permanent, so seeing structures that can't be dismantled and moved gives him anxiety. There seems to be a slight decrease in anxiety when it comes to naturally generated structures like caves, as he sees them as gifts from the Gods and nature itself as a temporary shelter. He still doesn't really like them though. He prefers to face the elements head on.

3. Wahi is actually better at moving on all fours than he is walking upright. He had issues with balance as a pup and it took a long time to get him up and moving. He can run faster, jump further and has a lot more endurance. His overall general maneuverability is better when all four limbs are in control, and honestly, the agility is kind of terrifying. Of course, he can no longer do this as he can no longer support his bodyweight on his arm for obvious reasons. He misses going on his wild runs tbh.

The perpetual Gotham rain seeps into everything. It rolls through the cracks in the sidewalk. Down the grates of storm drains. It seeps through the calking, pooling over chipped paint and window sills, and within the barrier of his hideout, the unending deluge smacking against the walls, thunder cracks high up above as the Riddler basks smug in a dim, sterile glow.  

A computer hums in front of him, one of many; the presence behind him like a shadow watching you from the dark. Edward hits the enter key with a flourish and turns in his chair.

"Sliske." It comes out self-satisfied and cattish. He finds those eyes. "Aren’t you a snake in the grass."

The screen behind him gleams in cherry red font. Action News reports the stock market hacked. Edward Nygma is a richer man tonight than almost all but one in Gotham combined, and he tents his fingers beneath his chin, finding two yellow points staring, haunting, back at him. He twinkles, humming, instead of a laugh. 

❥ @devilscharity

【 “ I HOPE YOU do not mind if I make a generalized statement to, as they say, break the ice. ” The closest thing to a 'hello' Serafiammetta had given anyone in a long, long time--as she was suddenly taking up previously empty space, just barely facing the ancient being to address him. Is being blessed with her very presence not a satisfactory enough introduction ? Perhaps a sign of immediate respect. Whatever respect from her could possibly mean.

“ I could not help but notice you have qualities both angelic and demonic in nature. Normally, such an occurrence would be upsetting to me, but I find you to be an exception based on appearance alone. Of course, not everything can possibly be placed under such strict categories. You are neither angel nor demon, I presume, but does this not make you all the more . . . fascinating ? ” Oh, no, absolutely not respect. Something else entirely. 】

@devilscharity​ ASKED:  "Do you go home and also make your own coffee at home — or do you only specifically haunt cafes to avoid the labor?" Catty, catty with a playful grin.

     ❝-—Darling, I’m a connoisseur. I do both. ❞ he shrugs, shoulders rising and falling lazily.  ❝ I make a fantastic cup...I mean, OF COURSE I do. ❞ and his lifts a hand to glance over well-manicured fingernails. 

@devilscharity​ ASKED:  ☕️ :o! /  accepting    

There are moments where Atieno isn’t sure what to make of their own being, their own sentience. They’re not sure if there’s a way to really talk about it with most that they know. And they don’t really know if they want to share with Sliske, why would they assume that he would be willing to listen to them.

And yet, there’s an impulse there that drives them to want to try anyway.

It’s a strange feeling that they are sitting with.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question? There’s something I’ve been mulling over more often lately. Or.. at least it’s been coming up again. And I wonder if you’ve ended up thinking through things like this every so often.“