"Are you lost..? You don't look familiar."

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@sapientiis asked: “ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”. / Paimonnn Bloody Prompts / Accepting

Paimon is not meant for war. Her heart is meant for love, for dancing, for unending passion, for the warmth of a flame and the strength of a storm. But not for this, for the blood sprayed across her. She sits on the ground, at the edge of a cracked imprint in the ground. Her assailant slammed so hard into it that he was crumbled by the debris. With one hand, she's holding her stomach, where his magic had burned her. And with the other she clenches her staff like a lifeline.

The wind gathers around her like a protective blanket, only dissipating when Solomon approaches; the storm trusting.

"There was a group of them. They came in the night to torch our village. They said... they said we've enjoyed our freedom long enough. That all of us lesser beings would be back under his control soon enough," she spits through grit teeth. The anger fizzles to fear but she tries to control herself. Paimon raises a hand to wipe away her tears, smearing the blood on her hands. When she realizes that her hands are stained, she shudders. Is it all hers? She's not sure.

"I-- I didn't mean to kill them. I had too, right? I have to protect my people. I won't let it happen again, I won't loose them again." She tries to stand then but falters. There's blood crusted through the feathers on her legs. She leans on her staff and pushes through it. She has to be strong now. She's a leader, a defender. She can't be weak. And trying to push it off, she looks toward Solomon and tries to smile.

@sapientiis

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌. There is a certain, fascinating uniqueness to its sons and daughters ; it is only natural for his free spirit to thirst for more of their culture, including their blusterous art of fighting. Curiosity is in his each heartbeat and, involuntarily a brow rises when his beloved companion's hands soon guide his form to a different shape than the one Arba has so dearly drilled into his body and mind. Her touch is on his arms, guiding, and soon finds his waist. Even his legs seem to have shifted in their place, albeit subtly. ❝ I see.❞ A smile enlightens his moon-kissed features the moment his vivid sapphires catch the lovely shade of her amethysts, which seem even lovelier up close. ❝ It not that hard to see the merits of having such a stance. ❞ All these subtle changes are necessary so that his body can move more freely and in control when squalls greatly accelerate the force of his moves. His speed would also reach a new height, he reckons. But one needs to have a quite good control over gales, obviously. He supposes where he lacks, his strength magic can assist. But of course, he would like to perfect it without resorting to other methods. That is why, he is truly looking forward to training more with her.

❝ But I reckon it is not easy to maintain during a real fight — at least would not be without proper training. So, I am looking forward to having you as my mentor, Paimon. ❞

Paimon was overjoyed to hear of Solomon's curiosities in her people. Every question he asks makes her heart sore. She had once been skeptical of him, lost in the grief that swept through her people in the wake of David's occupation of her tribe. She couldn't imagine trusting another human, of opening her heart to someone of his kind. And in those first few weeks, she had kept her distance. Their alliance was tentative, fragile like splintered glass, her people scattered and Paimon so new to leading, so afraid of bringing more harm. But Solomon was patient and kind. He out stretched his hand and waited for her to take it.

And when she had it was a whirlwind. Now she looked forward to each question he had, the interest he showed in her and the tribe she loved so dearly. Now she trusted him, more than anything else.

She'd only ever taught the fledglings to fight, as she had been taught by her mother. And she extended the offer to Solomon, to show him a part of her people's heritage. While they weren't especially interested in fighting, many of them knew the basics. And it was never more important than it was now.

"Normally, if you were a part of my tribe, you would have to learn to dance long before you would ever learn to fight. But I'm feeling generous, so I'll teach you~"

So she guided him through the basic stances, stood close to him to move him into position, a hand on his arm, his waist, her feet beside his. When she was satisfied with how he stood, she bounced away to judge him at a distance.

@sapientiis asked: ❝  we’ll always have each other in our time of need .   ❞ / Paimon !

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“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.” / alibaba

His head was spinning, his ears were ringing, and Alibaba didn’t know where he was. The last thing he remembers is being in a battle with Hakuryuu, fighting his heart out to try and convince his friend his plans at revenge were not what he should do. Guess he still needed a lot more training and work to beat the likes of a metal vessel wielder with the powers that the emperor of Kou had. Though, thoughts about that could be set aside as a voice calls out to him, Alibaba sitting up and turning around before his eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets as he stared in shock and awe at the voice’s holder.

Sapphire hues and braided hair that flowed in the breeze, the spitting image of Aladdin stood before the former prince of Balbadd. So many questions popped into his mind as he tried to process everything, hands gripping at his sides as he slowly tried to stand. After all, it’s not every day you met the god of his homeland. 

“W-W-Wait...! A-Are you...A-Are you really...K-King Solomon?! A-Aladdin’s...dad!? B-But I thought that you died! D-Does that mean that I’m...does that mean I’m d-d-dead?!”