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Declaration of Protection

Jerk With a Heart of Gold

Despite being divine in nature, Zagiha doesn’t participate in spiritual life... at all. He has no temple, is VERY uncomfortable being prayed to, and refuses offerings. He actually just lives in an apartment on the top floor of the Continental Courthouse. Due to his secular lifestyle and uninteresting appearance, most people mistake him for some rich human permabachelor instead of a God. Really, he’d be super approachable if he weren’t such a dick.

In his world, Gods are addressed by two possible titles: His/Her/Their Holiness or [Name]-sa. “Sa” is an honorific in the language of the Gods that means “exalted.” Zagiha is fine with that, but he hates being called His Holiness. He’d rather be called “His Honor,” as he takes more pride in his work as a judge than his position as a God.

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded spaces/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will  | prison | blood | being a burden | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | supernatural monsters/animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | defeat | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness  | bugs | ghosts | growing old | rain | lightning | natural disasters ( any kind ) | poison | school | hospitals | pain | mirrors | god / religion | buried alive  | betrayal  | people | social class | freedom | frogs | dogs | challenges | making friends | injury | powerlessness to prevent loved ones from being hurt  | marriage | child-rearing | adulthood | the cold | humiliation / disgrace | violence / aggression | memories of your past  | not doing enough | losing someone else after already losing someone  | not knowing your place | being the reason someone is dead  | being too late to save someone  | fairies | yourself | aliens

>Boot GRAVEYARD.exe?

>Retrieve >

>File encrypted

>Decrypting

>Success

>Accessing >

This is the memory of a person who no longer exists.

398 BCE, Verdant Era

💝   :   give a box of chocolates to my muse.

Did Valentine’s Day exist back in Gesmaura? No.

Did that stop Zagiha from having sour grapes about not getting a date? Also no.

He sat on his favorite park bench, sipping his favorite coffee and stewing in resentment as he watched all the happy couples go past him. He hated it. Hate it, hated it, hated it. But here he was, masochistically punishing himself by wallowing in self-pity. The divorce hit him harder than he thought.

Normally, he’d spend his day blubbering over a photo of him and his darling Astrid, but he didn’t even have that now. So, twisting the knife it was.

His wallowing was interrupted by someone approaching him. He looked up, ready to verbally lash the person who dared impose on his Sadness Time, only to find someone offering him a box of chocolates. She was so pretty, even if she was blue.

“Thank you,” said Zagiha, eyes watering. He took a bite, and suddenly he started crying, full-out ugly crying with the sniffles and everything. Of course, Sapphire only offered it to him because she was a Gem and didn’t need to eat, but to him, it was the kindest gesture ever and he was not worthy.

TAGGED: myself

TAGGING: you

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.                  tired eyes.   COFFEE STAINS ON THE TABLE.   listening to the bustle of the city.   UNMADE BEDS.   loose ponytails.   SUNLIGHT SEEPING THROUGH THE CURTAINS.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns.   huge sweaters.  the ticking of the clock. hearing the birds in the morning.   fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.                freckles.   the sun rising.    watching the sea.   taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.   walls covered in artworks.  drawing in the middle of lessons.   tracing your fingers in the sand.   painting for hours.   STAYING IN UNCROWDED COFFEE SHOPS.   worn paperbacks. messy braids.  going to bed with your socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.                    DARK HAIR.   a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you. intricate designs.   high ceilings.   extravagant musical pieces.  dim lights.   colorless photographs.   fancy furniture.   pale skin.   hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room.  mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   CANDLELIT DINNERS.   dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.                   chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup.  laced clothing.   modern architecture.   light hair.   WATCHING THE VIEW FROM A TERRACE.   hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning.  wandering about in an empty building.  botanical gardens.  OLD FILMS.   ancient marble sculptures.   expensive perfume.  breakfast in bed.   reading about mythology.

A library! It’s usually far from her first stop in a new place, but given that she’d like to stay as far away from the water’s edge and the fact that shegets the feeling that the technology here isn’t perhaps one she can tap into, if she wants to get any sense for the kind of place this is, she might haveto settle for some books. It’d be nicer if she had an idea of what to look foror…where to look for it, given how seemingly huge this place is, but she hasto start somewhere. It looks like they’ll be stuck underwater for a while,anyways, so she’s not in any particular rush, per say, though not particularlyfond of sticking it out any longer than she needs to, but, well ( sacrificeshave to be made sometimes, right? She’s not going to be useful if she’s got noknowledge, that’s how it goes )

Since she has no idea of where to start, picking one place and goingfrom there would be good— skipping things like the sciences of this place seemacceptable for now, if only because that doesn’t seem like an immediate concern.No, if past experience have taught her anything, things like how this placeruns, the laws and systems of this city would be keen info to know…if at leastfor her own sake. Even if she thinks that might be a little moot, but it’s notlike she can hack into government systems here if she gets into trouble (probably ). Hand reaches for a book that seems interesting, when—

Demeanor is indignant towards the other, a scowl of her own crossing herface. “Excuse you, I saw it first.” Voice hisses, if only because this is alibrary and she’s pretty sure that universally, it’s not acceptable to raise hervoice and yell just because she’s annoyed at a stranger. Arguably, annoyance is the only reason she doesn’t shy away ( in other words: out of spite ). “You’re supposed to benice to girls, you know.” On the bright side, she’s not being belittled for her age ( yet ) ?

Zagiha stuck up his already upturned nose, apparently surprised about the fact his brilliant quip didn’t charm her into submission. Well, he just had to turn the charisma factor up to eleven. He scoffed, tightening his grip around the book.

“That sure is a strange sound,” he said out of the blue. “It’s like a mixture between an annoying peep and a cacophony of unfounded claims with no evidence to back them up. It’s like, it’s arguing it saw the book first, but I could also say I saw it first, and I would be equally correct, because it’s impossible to prove either way. Isn’t that ridiculous?”

And he yoinked the book off the shelf, intentionally ignoring her as he rifled through the pages. Ah. Dense. Just the way he liked it. There was no way she could ever appreciate the fine beauty of torts and subclauses. After a few seconds of this, he slammed it shut and gave her a pointed look.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

“Aside from drafting increasingly complex tax codes, there’s no pursuit in this world more noble than finding your one true love. I’ve found mine, but let me tell you, it takes a lot of effort. Sometimes three divorces worth of effort. But I found her, and everything is okay! She got wiped from existence, but I’m okay. I’m FINE.”

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

//I still have one more part I starter for Zagiha, which I’ll get to VERY soon (gomen for the wait; work is busy lately and I’ve only had the energy to shitpost), but I’m putting out a Part II call now. I’m capping at 2. We can all thread together if you’d like!

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?