[Custom Prompt] Maenden has been granted a single wish. One. Single. Wish. The boundaries of this wish come with the old fashion djinn rules. No bringing anyone back from the dead. No one to fall in love with you, and no wishing for more wishes. How long does it take Maenden to develop this wish and what does he wish for? Does he make a wish at all? How does the djinn compensate for it if he does? Write it out. Let us see the gears turning inside of his head.
Today, I was visited by a woman covered in silk. Ranging from the bluest of skies to turquoise, the matter draped down her body in such a way it clung and was the skin beneath. Adorned in the finest of golds, jewels touched at specific chakras. Most wouldn’t be able to recognize such a thing, but I did, not a matter of carbon, no, she was something else. A mixture of fire and air, was the being living? Shaw lay over either shoulder, connected by the beautiful, rather flashy, necklace that encompassed the entirety of her neck.
I wasn’t a fan of walking in on those whom didn’t know, so when the front door to my home was pushed open, I but turned my head in the quickest of motions to find her. Or them. The few animals I owned were laying at the woman’s feet, as if she was their lost guardian from centuries before. “Hades!” It’s spat out, and the Wolf knew that permitting another in so simply would not go without punishment. Pushing to his feet, then, and slowly walking towards me with a tail tucked between his legs.
“Do not be mean, now, Mister Erastos.”
“How the fuck do you know who I am?”
“I know everyone, please, sit.”
Don’t toy with someone who has nothing to lose, they can tear your heart from your chest and misplace their own without a single complaint. I complied. Stalking over to the lush leather which seated so many before, and she smiled, one that was genuine and kind. One leg was found to cross over the other, as I leaned back, and but traced my eerie hues over the whole of her form. Now, she was gorgeous, truly, a gypsy of a woman. I did enjoy gypsy’s. So, I may or may not have begun to jot down a few thoughts, but they were quickly halted with a voice that could wring your neck.
“Dare you be rude, Mister Erastos? You know I would never do such … Things.”
“I don’t know anything, who the fuck you are, why the fuck you’re in my home, who the fu—“
“Please, refrain from your indulgence in foul language.”
“You’re in my home, lady.”
“I am here to offer you a gift, if you do not please my offering, then I shall gladly leave your presence.”
Part of me wanted to know what this gift was, so for once, just once, I’ll be fucking polite. She shook her head, how could she hear me? This is ridiculous, I’ve dealt with enough fucking Mages. Aeni.
“One more chance to c e a s e.”
And so cease I would. Hands coming forth as the pads of fingers idly tapped at one another, there was a method to my madness. My anxiety. My stress. My tendencies. As tongue ran over either lip, head knocking from side to side in means of emitting a softened pop, I spoke out with courage. I may be out matched, against the other, but I would never confess defeat. May was a strong term, now, wasn’t it?
“So, what is your gift, then?”
That, that was when that smile returned. I’ll admit, it was rather nice. A soothing action that made me feel at ease, maybe it was just how pretty she was, but there was a certain trust to be felt. She was unarmed, and I knew not of any gypsy clans that wished for my death, if anything I was friends with the lot of them. So, the question banged around in my skull, tempered my heart and made me a bit angered if anything. What the hell was she giving a man she didn’t know?
“I, Maenden, am a Marid. I’ve come to propose you a wish.”
“Is this a joke? I’ve only heard fables of the mystical genies.”
“Marid. If you do not take my offer I surely can find another whom will.”
Somehow, she knew what would get my attention. Giving something away, that was mine? No, no, no. Hand came forth as it worked to flatten down ebony locks, I didn’t need a reason, reasoning was for fools that knew they had it coming. So, I’d remain calm and merely tag along for the ride.
“Anything. Well, —-except for bringing someone back more wishes, eternal life. All the things not allowed in fables.”
My head would bob in a nod, it was the only response. So, I stood, moving over to the liquor table that wasn’t too far off. It was there did I begin to prepare myself a drink. Crystalline glass tugged down, from the cupboard, as the favored whiskey was poured within. Not a fraction of the way as most did, no, I filled up the entirety of the glass except for that same fraction at the top. It needed to breath, did it not? Returning to the accustomed seating, taking down a wealthy sip, before it was settled atop the nearest mahogany setting.
It was spoken rather hastily, as if a water fall that tumbled to the rocks below. I was a bit fearful, really, every truth that was once a lie answered? My, how could I handle that. I would go insane, more so than I already was, and the woman but gave the slyest little giggle. Before standing, the jewels she worn making a soft hymn with such an action. Approaching me, slowly, as if a feline. One leg falling over the other, it was quite seducing, truly. Hips bumping from side to side, who knew a genie could be so… Alluring? Turning my head, so my eyes wouldn’t drag over to much and my mind would stray from the gutter.
Then, as my own hues slammed shut, there was the feeling of palms encasing my head. Thumbs pushing, lightly, against either temple. Lips so dangerously close to that of a Human carved ear, breath as if Northrends wind’s, it made me shiver where I sat. Caressing my mind, in preparation, for what was going to accompany me next remained something only she knew. But I, I was going to find out. The words fell in a sing song tone, as if god and the devil himself conjoined to make what was this; a man in despair.
“You are going to learn the truth.”
Eyes shot open as if there wasn’t a moment to spare, head falling back; there was a gut wrenching scream that followed. As if a father had seen his own child murdered, and just as she had appeared, did she disappear. Suddenly, standing, everything that was once differed was now told. I found the table that held my whiskey, hands falling beneath and lifted in an uproar that sent it across the room. Hitting wall slathered in ebony, whiskey draining from its glass and making its mark over the carpet. I, then, turned. Moving towards the door, grappling the shotgun that was beside it, and kicked my way out with a single thrust of leg.
Loved the prompt, dude! Did a bunch of research on Marid's and Jinn's alike, was fun!
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