#roulette starter

“witches always make me feel dirty,” the sin hums, crinkling his nose. never mind that, generally, witches were considered to be on his side. persecuted for it and everything. fun stuff, wasn’t it? but tricky nonsense and he kept far from it. a couple of his siblings dealt with them more frequently. “you’re not the ‘ooo i’m gonna turn you into a froooog’ type, are you?”

it’s not the first time she’s looked completely lost and confused while wandering the city. sure, maybe she’s lived here a couple of years, but she never gets used to it. there’s just something inherently not... alaska. doesn’t even realize she’s stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk, her husky tugging on the leash before setting down beside her. together, they’re nearly taking up the whole walk. “that building is just.... do you see that? it’s like a giant mirror. isn’t that a traffic hazard?”

oh, it’s always fun to meet those that are a notch above average. not that being such makes them special -- though, he’s sure the mortals don’t see it that way (well, he knows the mortals don’t see it that way). but oftentimes, these ones provide a tad more entertainment than the everyday human, which, when life never ends, is always a treat. reveal the knowledge now or let it play out? mmm... play. “mind if i buy you a drink?”

“don’t take another step, my dear.” a careful warning, not a threat, although it can be if it needs to be. the goddess is as much protecting the other as she is the flowers the girl is about to step on -- they are poisonous, but rare, and very beautiful. a shame to see them trampled.