Fantasy The City of Myths

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Mortimer Voltaire

He turned his head, gazing down at his companion. "No, I suppose we're not that different." Mortimer shone her a smile. If only for a second. "I'm as good as any actor though, and that I take my pride in." He remarked, noting the expression on her face, tinged with disbelief and slight sorrow. "A student of the theatre." He further enthused. "Unfortunately, I had to learn that trade on the way." Mortimer pressed his lips together with a small hum of thought. His musings hidden.

Yet her hand moved toward his, Rosaria hooking her pinky loosely with his. It made his lips upturn genuinely, returning that little heartfelt action. Perhaps as a way to move her closer. "What if I lived because I wanted to make you happy?" He questioned, mischievously causing his eyes to narrow. "I'll live for anything worthwhile. I prefer to put off my end with a to-do list. It gets longer every day." Voltaire gave her pinky a squeeze at that.

He let go of her little finger, and instead grasped her hand - those unblemished features prepared for his merciless amusement. Alas, it never came. "Then you'd be the only heart I'd of ever broken. And the only one whose heart would bother to miss me. For all it's worth - no one has uttered that but you." There was the empty 'I love yous' the lusting love letters which collected dust, the decaying ballrooms of stolen midnight dances, and overgrown silent clearings of bygone kisses. But not once was he told he'd be missed. And not once did he break a heart - not truly. Melancholy and distress, but never broken. Not shattered. Only forgotten. "You know, Doctor, you're quite one of a kind. And here I thought it was just a pretty face you had, not quotations to make me dread being away from your company." Now the smile which came next was most certainly purposefully charming.​

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Hassan Al-Zahrani​

"حسن الزهراني"​

Wrapping an arm around Isabelle's shaking shoulders, the genie shook his head. "You shan't be taken away from me nor Rosaria. I swear on my own life." But his gaze softened due to her prior statement. "Of course. We'll get ice cream if that makes you happy." His hand gently ruffled her locks of black hair. "We're just going to sort out the necessary emergency foster care forms and put a restraining order in place. With the evidence you supply, it should be enough to put them away for a good decade or so. And you'll have moved on - grown up. Perhaps with children of your own." He reassured, leading her out the front door.​

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Rosaria looked at him a bit surprised, not just because he held her hand in his own. But because of him questioning her about herself being the reason he'd want to live. This made the elf blush. Though she also kept in mind the info on how he is a very good actor. On the inside, she was hoping that he wasn't toying with her emotions. She'd feel like a fool if that were the case.

Her fingers laced between his a bit as he continued to grasp it. Listening to him speak made her smile at him, it was warm and gentle. "I'm no one special really," she replied, "But I do care about you, even if you sometimes say things you don't mean like in the forest. Due keep that in mind." Rosaria gave his cold hand a small squeeze as her smile got bigger. This was rather, nice. Talking to Mortimer like this and enjoying the company of another.

As they got closer to her home though she noticed someone coming out of her home, with Isabelle in tow. She was rather confused by this. "Hassan?" She called out to him, "Where are you two going? Did something happen?" Stopping a good distance away she unconsciously held onto the vampire's hand, but a bit looser. Incase he wanted to let go and head home himself to avoid what's going on. As she looked a bit closer at Isabelle and noticed reddening on her cheek. "What happened," she asked rather calmly. Unaware of the situation due to the lack of being informed after it had happened. She was completely in the dark about what had happened.
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Mortimer Voltaire

"You underestimate yourself. Especially from this perspective." He inhaled uselessly and nodded. "Well, I often find myself saying things I don't mean. Maybe my role is to agitate." He looked over properly after she squeezed his hand. "How could I forget it if you're on my mind?" Her fingers intertwined with his, made their walk far more tenative and youthful - enjoying the sunshine as well as they could. His gloved hand and arm bordering on shadow and sunlight. Protected but a symbolic gesture. Carelessly putting his hand into flames for that mere physical touch.

Yet as they approached Rosaria's home, he noted the middle eastern man and younger female exiting. He girl who he deduced was Isabelle - had a reddening cheek and wet eyes. He clasped her palm tight before releasing it - however he remained by her side. Only pulling away should she require the use of her own hands. Mortimer, of course being unfamiliar with the genie and teenager.
He remained, because of the silly promise to take her home. And he meant it, up to the door. If it sounded like a loophole to spend just a few more seconds - it was.​

Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

Noticing Rosaria's return, a vampire at her side no less whom she was more than happy to handhold with, Hassan motioned vigorously to the hurt Isabelle. "She was assaulted! By her parents no less on the street!" He exclaimed in something akin to anger. "I'm taking her to testify against them. Get a restraining order and legitimate foster papers. She's still 15 they remain technically in custody. I have to do something and I have to do it before something like this happens again - or worse."

With a long inhale and equal exhale he tried to calm himself. Clearing his throat to motion at the pale-faced fiend who stuck to Rosaria's side protectively - observing the momentary havoc. "Who's this?"​

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"What?!" The elf was shocked by what she heard as she didn't move from her place beside the vampire. Looking at Isabelle her eyes gave away the expression blue normally expressed, sadness. "Isabelle," she mumbled softly, "This is all my fault... for not being at home to watch her... But.. I didn't know of the situation.. I wasn't informed about it until just now." Hearing Hassan's angry tone made her flinch in the slightest, he was typically so easy going. Her eyes hung a bit in shame. Cursing herself for allowing this to happen after she promised the younger girl that nothing bad was going to befall her.

When Rosaria heard the djinn asking about the man in question she looked up at the vampire. "This is Mortimer, he joined me in my training. And after a small squabble he and I started to get to know each other. He wanted to ensure I got home safely so he offered to walk me home." Her eyes still had a bit of sadness as she teared them away from the vampire, and towards the djinn. The angered djinn to be exact. And mentally she started to prepare herself for a yelling match from Hassan. Not sure whether he was going to become angry at her for not being around.
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Isabelle

She just looked at her' it not your fault you were doing other stuff um..... can i ask you something can you teach me how to fight i don't want anything like this to happen again i need to learn how to fight' she wrote on her notebook as she looked at the vampire' the reason why i didn't text you i didn't have your number i don't want my parents to claim me anymore i want you and big brother to i don't want to be scared anymore will you come with me and big brother' she wrote in her notebook as she rubbed her cheek as it hurt a little bit she was emotinal she didn't understand why her parents hit her she just was trying to calm her nerves since she was still crying idalie Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire

He stood behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder whilst making circular massages into the top of her back. Gentle but clearly meant to try and relax her as she faced the genie, who was practically a ball of flames. Even so it was possessive, gazing at Hassan with his empty but direct warning. Mortimer had already made her cry - for someone else to do that; they could go to hell. Tipping the brim of his hat to both her friends, Mortimer achieved a plausible polite smile. "Well, this seems tense. If you wanted them dead I could help, but theres the thing." He clicked his tongue. "Authorities." However he pulled on his collar when flickering his irises back to Rosaria. "Of course - murder is bad." He coughed. ​

Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

He was shaking to some degree, blaming even the weather for it - which Mortimer had to agree, he hated sunny days. Although he'd begun rambling in Arabic, Mortimer trying to decipher the odd phrase, till the djinn motioned at Rosaria. "-fooling around with men, when you should've come straight home." The switch of tongues was quick if not cutting. "Isabelle I'm sure you can do that later. Please, hurry it up." He lectured, rolling his wrist toward the town centre. However there was the heavy scent of metallic, molten ores and rocks - like woodsmoke but more acrid. And the violet eyed djinn was the source.​

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AMBER

Amber looked at her new mother, “there are clothes that can do that? I had no idea... Cool” she took the items and walked into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and changed into her original form. She had the appearance similar to her emotional forms, though this form was orange with a tint of pink, had light blue eyes, and a ponytail ‘hair’style. The only clothing item that remained was the wristband that she was wearing; for it was the only real thing that she had. Though it was now securing her ‘hair’. She emptied her belongings from the chambers inside her that she made to simulate ‘pockets’ and turned on the shower. She sang a little tune as she showered.

She didn’t need soap; all the slimy, grimy dirt just rinsed off of her as the water poured. Her natural scent smelled similar to cotton candy, so she didn’t really have to worry about that. She turned the water off and wrang herself out. Stepping out of the shower, she looked into the mirror. She hated her original form, her birth mother always criticized it and said that she looked like a monster; she should have been raised by her father. He would visit, but all that she could remember of him now is his voice. She turned to her human form and used the towel to dry the remainder of water out of her hair. She replaced the items into her compartments that she called ‘pockets’ and put on her new clothes. Somehow she felt more normal this way.

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Krystellia bluestone
'Stell'

stell didn't exactly leave avery alone as she had only briefly had given things to amber. she had take avery to a separate bathroom and set everything down within close vicinity. rolling up her sleeves stell carefully leaned over and turning on the faucets making sure it was warm but not too hot. she grabbed a small bottle pouring a pink liquid in making the water pink and a bit bubbly. it started to smell like fresh strawberries and sugar. having drawn the bath she helped the small girl remove her muddy filth ridden clothes. stell didn't even think they would have been qualified to even be clothes for the sweet girl as they were pretty much ruined scraps of shredded cloth clinging to her body. after helping avery into the bath she made quick work of discarding her new duaghter's old bearings into a bag tying it up to be disposed of later before then putting some soap on a washcloth and started to scrub avery's face gently as she told her to close her eyes. it didn't take long for stell to take care of helping her little avery with her bath and then got her redressed into a cute little nightgown. "see much better. come now sweetie.ah, if you want i can clean and mend your bunny...and perhaps if it helps you can have one of the dolls or stuffed animals i made. i had planned on letting you and amber take your pick of my old toys anyways,they aren't exactly something a baby would be able to play with and i have a variety of dolls and stuffed animals i made a long long time ago. "

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Silas Blackwood

He remained downstairs as the girls got ready, going out into the garden to check firstly on his plants before returning to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil. Setting out four, neat mugs. For the girls it was bittersweet hot chocolate - neither too rich or sugary (for fear he'd make Avery far more ill than she was). Nonetheless it was smooth and warm on the throat, the kind of drink that heated you through.
However, for Stell he threw in teabags for a flowery tea - himself plain builders brew. Mixing each, and leaving them to cool equally. He'd been carving a farm set for the baby, but seeing as the girls were another permanent addition - he saw no reason why he shouldn't give them to share. There was still a few months till the due date to make something else. In their neat oak box, he set them upon the table till sipping at his hot beverage.

In his true form, which occasionally could be glimpsed through on a full moon or whence he'd been away from a forest for too long - Silas' features were far more sharp. Ears pointed, something akin to an elf, canines as vicious as a predator for nymphs were known as protectors of forests and had been found to kill the occasional human. Skin which was soft and tan, became darker - his eyes lacking pupils. Although, it was still undoubtedly Silas and thankfully he kept his human glamour for the better part of it.​

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Mortimer Voltaire

He stood behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder whilst making circular massages into the top of her back. Gentle but clearly meant to try and relax her as she faced the genie, who was practically a ball of flames. Even so it was possessive, gazing at Hassan with his empty but direct warning. Mortimer had already made her cry - for someone else to do that; they could go to hell. Tipping the brim of his hat to both her friends, Mortimer achieved a plausible polite smile. "Well, this seems tense. If you wanted them dead I could help, but theres the thing." He clicked his tongue. "Authorities." However he pulled on his collar when flickering his irises back to Rosaria. "Of course - murder is bad." He coughed. ​

Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

He was shaking to some degree, blaming even the weather for it - which Mortimer had to agree, he hated sunny days. Although he'd begun rambling in Arabic, Mortimer trying to decipher the odd phrase, till the djinn motioned at Rosaria. "-fooling around with men, when you should've come straight home." The switch of tongues was quick if not cutting. "Isabelle I'm sure you can do that later. Please, hurry it up." He lectured, rolling his wrist toward the town centre. However there was the heavy scent of metallic, molten ores and rocks - like woodsmoke but more acrid. And the violet eyed djinn was the source.​

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Feeling a hand on her back she glanced over her shoulder to see none other than Mortimer, he was trying to comfort her. It was working, she began to relax. Even gave a small smile. Turning her gaze to Isabelle she saw what she had written, and nodded in response. But before she could vocally answer Hassan spoke, his words cut her a bit. "I went to train, invited Mortimer to join me, we had a disagreement, he got burnt, I healed him, and we patched things up," Rosaria told the genie in a saddened and angry tone of voice.

But as she smelt the air is smelt like things burning. As if that wasn't good enough, Hassan appeared to becoming violent. She could tell by the look in his eyes. Protectively she stood in front of Mortimer in fear that he might get hurt, "Please stay behind me. If he does something stupid and chooses to attack because of me, I'm the only one who can handle the heat. I don't want you getting hurt," she quietly told the vampire so that only he could hear it. It was true, Rosaria would be the only one capably of going against him. For fire didn't affect her.

"Isabelle," looking over at the girl worriedly, "Please come here. The situation right now does not seem good and do not wish for you to get hurt." The halfling's blue orbs moved to the enraged djinn, and they narrowed a bit. Her tone was fierce when she spoke to the foreigner, "Hassan! Calm yourself before Isabelle and Mortimer get hurt! You cannot hurt me with your flames, but I'll be dammed if either one of them get injured!"
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Isabelle

She just looked at hassen as she was getting scared as she heard her voice as she was looking at Rosearia as she did what she said she was scared of hassen she looked at the vampire guy as she thought it was her fault for the situation at the moment Charcoal_Lilly50 idalie

Avery

She just smiled as she was clean" yeah mommy I like my bunny clean and fixed please" she says happily as she held her hand seeing she was clean" no dirt it's gone mommy" she smiled as she was nodded" yes pwease I like toys" she says as she liked her bath she was happy was clean and had pajamas on idalie N Nonexisting RoseAstasia​

 

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Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

Hassan was clearly not in the right frame of mind. But with Rosaria's harsh scolding, he held his head. And for a moment, the heat which had risen around him began to cool. A quiet repetition caused his eyes to shut fast, brows drawn tightly together into a quivering frown. His lips moving only to repeat the same foreign phrases to himself in a language far from his home.
"بِسْمِ ٱللَّهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ
ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
مَالِكِ يَوْمِ ٱلدِّينِ
إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ
ٱهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمَ
صِرَاطَ ٱلَّذِينَ أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيْهِمْ غَيْرِ ٱلْمَغْضُوبِ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلَا ٱلضَّآلِّين"
Their exotic syllables were somewhat melancholy, yet beautiful. Flowing as if water upon a riverbed. Wearing out the rock with persistence to make its jagged edges smooth. Just like the wild temper he'd let get out of hand. Alas, nobody was perfect. Not even the djinn of divine creation. They were sinners and saints alike, but to see Al-Zahrani down on his knees was surprising and yet there was a sense of isolation. Separation in the barrier of his origins, with a world behind his eyes he was nostalgic for. Many of whom lived long enough experienced it.

Although the very fact he'd blown his top about Isabelle, caused Hassan to feel ashamed. He'd worked so hard to find his peace, and now it had vanished in a matter of seconds. Such outbursts hadn't occurred since he was young and hot-headed. Emotions were far more passionate to a being made of a flicker of light. By the time he'd managed to shake himself free of anger, the djinn put his hands on his knees and breathed hard. "That shouldn't have happened." He began, facing the ground with an expression of sincerity till turning it up to the three standing before him. "I'm sorry. I should leave, I'm certainly not myself today. Just - help Isabelle get sorted. Don't forget." Standing up slowly, his eyes met Mortimer's. The vampire and genie having an odd standoffish moment. But, as promised he began to jog, then before their stares, the genie elegantly transformed into a white dove. From the exit he made, it was clear he didn't want to be found until such time came when he'd return.

Mortimer Voltaire

As he kept a reassuring hand on her back, Mortimer was pleased to see his act of comfort was working. Even garnering a smile at that. Although what he didn't expect was Rosaria to push him securely behind her, which caused the vampire to appear looming. Watching the genie wrestle his true nature, collapsing to his knees to repeat words in a language famed for its cursive beauty, Voltaire thus leant down to the elf's ear with cold breath and nodded to the djinn. "That's the Al-Fatiha. Islamic Lord's prayer one might compare it to." He then sideways glanced toward Isabelle and the worked up being. "Mm. Rosaria is right, you should come over here, little one." He tapped his cane against the space beside him, and behind the halfling.

"Genies are awful with their own emotion. It's why half of them live in solitude. I met one once who got married and set fire to the bed." Progressively as Hassan calmed, Mortimer only leant on his cane and found himself gazing at the curve of Rosaria's fine, unmarked neck. Something he drew himself from almost immediately, but couldn't help let his imagination get the better of him. However, the man or spirit, whichever one may prefer to name a genie by, transformed into a feathered dove.

Voltaire stepped out from behind the doctor, "He'll be back. I suppose he's gone to redeem himself and renew his prayers. I know little about djinn, but what I do know is their pride over control is something of a necessity. When he deems himself safe, perhaps you'll see him again. Otherwise, perhaps never." He shrugged. "I don't mean to fearmonger. It happens occasionally." His fingertip brushed Rosaria's jaw with a slightly sadder tilt of lips. "Thank you, though for stepping up. I know I do much better in cold conditions than hot." A small grin revealed those ivory, pointed canines. "Hm?"
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Rosaria watched as Hassan battled with himself in order to keep himself from doing something he'd regret. Remaining firm between the dinner and the vampire. When she heard Mortimer speak in her ear she glanced back at him. So Hassan was praying. Praying to not loose himself. Even he had his own issues it had appeared.

Before she could say anything the genie took off in the form of a dove. Thus allowing her to relax and turn to face the two who she stood to protect. "Isabelle I promise we'll get things sorted out," she told the girl in a calm voice. Reassuring it with a smile. When Mortimer started speaking she looked up at him. By the sound of it, it'll be a long time before they see Hassan again.

But, she gave a small smile. "No need to thank me, I didn't want you to get hurt. I'd pain me if you got hurt because I didn't do anything." Seeing him smile made her smile a bit more, "But I'm glad that you and I spent some time together today." Turning her attention to the sky she noticed that the sun was starting to set a bit. "I guess Isabelle and I should get headed inside," she told him as she turned to look at him, "But I hope you enjoy the evening, Mortimer. And you know where to find me if you need any help." Giving him a gentle smile when she spoke.
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Mortimer Voltaire

The vampire inclined his head gratefully. "You've taught an old dog more than a few tricks today. I should be able to thank you for that at least." He remarked. "I look forward to seeing you again then. I remain ever hopeful." Mortimer glanced toward the front door of the house, till leaning in. "But I believe, I've managed to get you home at least. And I cannot refuse tradition-" Before he could explain what that was, he'd placed a cold-lipped kiss upon her cheekbone. Yet there it was, in the dying light of day - mischief glinting in his redwood orbs.

Without further ado, he dipped into a theatrical bow. Just like the morning, but this was of farewell. Winking only once, till twisting on his boot heel. Tall, black-fitted figure walking in the opposite direction. Away from the town. He had business to attend tonight, and it wasn't to do with paperwork. By the time he'd reached the nearest human settlement, it'd be midnight. Home by dawn to check the weather.

The only thing he could think of was 'thank god for books, and winter'. For longer nights and duller days was a vampire's playtime. If not a far more relaxed season, with the weak suns rays. Although now there was her. Perhaps, just perhaps - she was different. His dear doctor, Rosaria. ​

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Isabelle

She just looked at Rosemarie asshe smiled looking toward the vampire' bye bye mr vampire I see you later' she wrote in her notebook as she smiles she wasn't scared of him she just went inside as she smiled happy as she looked around rubbing her cheek a bit as she was still hurting a bit she just looked at Rosaria' how was work' she wrote in her notebook she didn't think it was her fault for what happened she just sit in the couch she was scared of hassen Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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The elf gave a tiny chuckle when the vampire thanked her for teaching him new tricks. But hearing say Mortimer say that he couldn't refuse tradition confused her. That was until, cold lips were felt on her cheekbone. A blush arose and made itself known. The coolness of his body and lips was comforting.

As strange as it sounded, it was true. With the heat she held insides it got uncomfortable at times. So while others might find Mortimer's cold, undead body unbearable to feel; Rosaria enjoyed it. She watched him go with a gentle smile as he headed out. There was something about him that she could feel was different, a good kind. The kind that made her heart thump.

When he got out of sight the doctor she turned and followed Isabelle inside her home. First thing she did was give the girl her number. "Work was good Isabelle, I helped a lot of people feel better. But now it's your turn," she told her softly as she put a hand on the girl's hurt cheek. With a warm green light the injury was healed. A sad smile on her face, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. And," her blue orbs moved to the wooden floor under her feet, "Do you want to know why I told Hassan that his flames wouldn't affect me?"
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Isabelle

She just looked at her as she was playing with her hands she went to get her notebook before the healing she just nodded' I want to know' she wrote' he was being scary' she wrote as she smiled getting healed' thank you for taking care of me it means a lot I'm glad work was good' she wrote as she smiled' I guess my sister don't want to be found' she pouted as she touched Rosaria hand she looked familiar for some reason she didn't know why Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire

He wasn't sure what she did to him, but there was a spring in his step as he set about his plans for murder. Where his train of thought went was a mystery to all but him, however, her lively attitude, warmth - it was this significant contrast between them that led Mortimer to feel warm in his bones. Like being touched with fire - no, blessed by fire. The poetic ramblings lasted far into his walk before he took his umbrella down and put the cane on his belted hip. The sun weakening until all it did was cause his skin to tingle at the touch of its rays. Of course, he was oddly cheerful for a man on his jaunty way to take a few lives. Alas, his cursed existence didn't seem like the immediate end. For there came about symptoms when you met a certain sort of girl, and he had it bad.

Alas, his woeful mission had begun. Entering a world of sickly yellow streetlamps and boozed adults. All beginning to start their nights out, in small groups of men and women. Two tribes tiptoeing around each other, wanting nothing but sin. He oft thought humans were better monsters than those labelled in folklore were. Nevertheless, he favoured a hen party for that night. Stumbling over themselves, as they giggled and chattered among them, faces flush with tipsiness. They'd been drinking since the bars opened, and it was far better than waiting for midnight.

He enticed one, a pretty woman no doubt - with long mousy hair, and ridiculous set of props. But a dedicated hour left him sitting in that darkened booth, so gently pressing his cold lips to her neck - causing the girl to shudder. A tinge of regret settling in her stomach. His frozen breath churned as he wetted his lips, and with what she believed was playful indentation of his teeth - the ivory points broke skin, causing a crimson cascade. His hand clamping over her mouth as soon as those eyes widened in realisation. And in those adrenaline-fuelled moments, he drank his fill till those lips of his became stained like wine.

Wrapping an arm around the corpse, he pulled her in to lie her head upon his shoulder. Sipping at his gin and tonic. Alas, nobody would remember the dark-clothed gentleman. And neither would they realise she was dead till morning. But, flipping out his blade he cut between the two circular holes in her neck. Right down the vein. Little blood soaked the leather seats, although police would suggest the body was moved - which meant he took her purse and phone - staging a robbery. Mugging gone wrong was his favourite kind of scene. Kissing her on the head, he propped the female as if asleep. The thumping music and heavy shadows meaning nothing but better conditions to work. He swigged back the rest of his gin and tonic, before finishing off her rum and coke - pushing both glasses to the floor till they smashed.

He'd be burning the purse and phone at that. Donate the money to the nearby church (Ironically) and see himself home. Perhaps stop by the blood bank. It was ... almost sad how efficient his methods were. But it was a nightly ritual which kept him satisfied for a day or two. Depended on how much his hunger gnawed.​

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Standing up on her feet, Rosaria glanced away at the floor before closing her eyes. Slowly, two charcoal colored bat wings sprouted from between her shoulder blade. Even two little horns managed to barely peek out from her hair. Just as they came they were gone again. "My father was a fire demon," she sighed heavily, seemingly ashamed, "So I'm not a full elf, but a halfling. My wings and horns I keep inside of me for I prefer being known just as an elf." Looking at the younger girl touching her hand she smiled a bit, "It's hard to find someone who you have so little information on. Let alone any clues. But I am glad that you appreciate my help." Though something did run through her mind, causing her to look at Isabelle. "Do not tell anyone that I am a halfling, please Isabelle. Mortimer somehow knew that I was, but he's keeping it to himself. If anyone else knew and words spread my patients might not want me taking care of them anymore," Rosaria's tone was a serious sort of beg.
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Isabelle

She shook her head smiled' I won't say anything plus I don't speak your being good to me when no one was you gave me a home food so I won't I promise I won't tell' she wrote' I like the way you demon and elf it don't matter to me you saved me when no one would' she wrote as she looked around' I wish I knew more about my sister' she wrote wanting to cry as she breathed in and out trying to calm down as she looked at her as she smiled Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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"There there," she cooed. Sitting on the couch beside the girl and rubbed her back gently, giving her a small smile. "You'll find her sooner or later ok. But for now we need to worry about getting that paperwork handled. I'll go in the morning and get that all squared away. You can eat breakfast here and explore around town, I'll even leave some money for you." Glancing over at the card from Hassan that she had left on her coffee table caused Rosaria to sigh. Reaching over she picked it and looked at it from front to back, "But, without Hassan around I'm not sure how your studies would go. Maybe." A slightly aggravated sigh she looked at Isabelle, "Maybe I'll let you go to that workshop by yourself. Only until Hassan returns. It'll give you some learning experience in the meantime."
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Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

He sat upon some distant shore, intently gazing into the lapping ocean waves. Fingers upon his lips and fire beneath his feet. The genie was a personification of flame in his truest form, a flickering light of magic and heat. Sand turning to liquid glass around his toes. Taking slow, almost matrimonial steps toward the salt water - his footprints a dozen diamonds upon the beach. He reached that cool, dark blue tide, steam evaporating upward till Hassan fell forward - becoming enveloped in the embrace of the sea. Pain stinging every pore of his being, till it fluttered out. And the flames became a man once more. His tan, silk-swathed being sinking. Skin that dark complexion, complemented by darker curls. Ankles and palms seemingly reaching up toward the sky as the ocean became deeper and deeper still.

In the end, Hassan just floated. Existing among the murky depths. Passed by creatures and nudged oft by the fish who passed this melancholy scene. As if washing his sins in this cradle of flourishing underwater life. Shafts of sunlight, stretching to reach their son of flames. By all that was good and gracious, Hassan had no evil bone in his body. Never wishing to hurt nor burn. Yet, as a genie, he was forbidden to kill. And that was an oath he took seriously, otherwise, have his privilege of sentience and life revoked. Only to become what he once was. Part of the world he was moulded from.

But the moment he loved Isabelle, as a sister - family, not a patient - the flames rose high enough to consume the years of peace. Of course, he burned anyone he loved. And thus, djinn could love no man nor woman. No matter who they saw them as, no matter what kind of love. It was a way to isolate these divine. Those who survived being loved by sons and daughters of flame were burned inside out by these halfling children too.

Alas, his faith was brittle. He was happy. Wasn't he? Chasing it across continents, through lifetimes. But from the look on Isabelle and Rosaria's faces - that happiness had turned into disgust of himself.

The sun was setting, Al-Zahrani rising through the depths till he sat upon the moving carpet of waves - as had the messiah once. Rivulets of water tracing out a map of the sea across his skin. Watching the orb of red and orange hang lower by the second, till it too was dragged below the horizon. He knew he needed to return. Explain himself in full to both girls. However, his heart wrenched knowing Isabelle had so quickly turned her back. Chin held aloft to the sky, he focused upon the constellations. Drawing between them. His only wish was to piece back together what he'd broken.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just looked at her she shook her head' I don't want to go to that that guy scares me and I'm scared to go by myself it's scary but there lady at the cafe I can go to' she just looked around pouting' I don't want to go I just go the cafe lady' she wrote a bit annoyed and a little scared of her brother Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria set a hand on Isabelle's head, "Then I shall take you to the café after I get the paperwork done. But Isabelle, you should not be afraid of Hassan. I can tell that he cares very much about your wellbeing. Me not being around only added to his agitation. There is something you need to know about fire though dear Isabelle." Lifting her hand out in front of herself a small flame formed in her palm, "When you are passionate about something," soon enough the flame started growing larger, "Fire burns more larger and brighter when it does. But you must make sure you're in control of it. Hassan didn't keep a good grasp on it, but he is so level headed normally." Moving her lit hand she rubbed the flames on the skin of her arm, and there it sat. But it soon faded, her skin undamaged. "This is why Hassan's flames can't hurt me, or any flame for that matter. I'm immune in a sense." With all flames gone now she stood up and looked down at Isabelle, "Now, I'm make dinner and you can eat before going to bed." With that, she headed to her kitchen and began preparing for dinner.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just looked at her as she smiled looking around as she watched her cooking' wow that cool' she thought as she coughed wanting food as she watched her cook' wowie you are good at cooking' she signed as she sighed' doi really have to sleep after I eat yay your going to work on paperwork' she signed Charcoal_Lilly50​