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                               Your memory is like a ghost

                                   and my heart is its host

#இ┋musings

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     “That she is.”

The tone is prideful, but there’s undercurrents to her voice, well disguised but there nonetheless. But Zhiraj was no youngling, she did not reveal the deeper workings with such ease.

Hymani very well might do it for her, though, leaning and waving one palm with a frustrated, high pitched whine. She wanted to know what the stranger was, and she could feel him from here, and it was all very strange.

The more to stoke her already willful ways.

But Zhiraj is unbending, and the arm around her middle is enough to quell any more disobedience. She nods in contemplation as he talks, trying to follow along with the words, string them together to try and make sense of the sentence as a whole.

It is not a perfect understanding, but enough to raise her brows a little. Flattery, or his honest opinion? She does not know him well enough to say, and her lips lift in a slight smile.

     “It is good she is talking to people. She was never very practiced at it, and I did have doubts about her ability to talk to others.”

That burgeons the smile into something real, even if the snarl of scars warps it, twists it sideways.

     “That does a lot for me. Thank you for telling me of this. It is truly good you were right here when I came through. I do owe you my thanks.”

“A little prodigy, are you?” 

The demon leaned slightly towards the restless child and smiled brightly at her antics. He was curious about Hymani, in a sense that he would like to feel what that flash of unbridled energy might tell him about her species in general. But he did not dwell on the idea for long. Another kind’s young ought to be left alone if you were to be polite. 

That Zhiraj seemed to struggle with the other traveler’s name didn’t necessarily faze Amduscias. Changing names was something that was ritually done in his life. He had carried so many, and remembered them all, that he did not truly care anymore which name he was called by. 

Amukias or Amduscias, Amadeus or Niccolò– What was the difference?

 That was not to say that names held no power over their bearers, oh no. But if you never mentioned the name that was given to you, to brand you for all eternity, who could ever use it against you? No one knew anymore who he had been.

“Yes, how do I know her? We met by chance and talked for a bit. She helped me with a little project of mine which I found incredibly lovely of her to do. I do find that she is a most intriguing contemporary. As you are, no doubt.” He paused to consider the next question. Was she well? Well, how was he any judge of that? She seemed well to him. There was of course the minor matter of her essence being polluted by his proximity during their most unfortunate dimensional journey. 

“She is well, as far as I can tell.” He said finally. Amduscias, being the ever loyal creature that he was, found that it was not his place to disclose any information about potential damage to third parties. “But I have not spoken to her in a while, I must admit.”

#asperitasrex

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“I’m still here

And I still love you.”

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Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.

#இ┋that cold glimmer

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#இ┋that cold glimmer

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          why do you hide your claws, child?                you have lions in your heart.

          bare your teeth;                & do not go g e n t l e.

          you have an inferno in your soul,                a melody in your bones.

          r i s e, warrior. do not be afraid.                you are conquering.

          & you will be amazing some day.

#இ┋musings #ஐ┋musings #talk to me of that little girl #who has fat on her bones not from excess gluttony [or does she] #but from power and sturdy figure and from the ability to devour whatever she pleases without a single thought more than I want #and the guardian who will teach her and guide her and make sure her path does not swerve astray #[she has too much power for that]

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guidiing 

Gods, deliver the world from Hymani’s bold curiosity and reaching, hungry fingers.

Zhiraj, while attentive, had a very particular way of letting someone learn the ins and outs of the world. Her job was not to shelter them, but to guide them, and they would never learn if they did not take some initiative of their own. Besides, it was not good to smother children, they grew too dependent.

Which was why she was letting Hymani wander some feet from her, the little park secluded enough for them to be in peace.  At least, in theory.

Her bright little eyes caught on the crow with ease and she scrambles forward, pudgy feet  surprisingly agile and coordinated for such a young toddler as she.

      --☱☳☴☶☷!!

#guidiing

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     “Know her? I made sure she didn’t throw herself into the world with no knowledge, from the very beginning. A bit of time back, now. I do not know how long by earth measurements.”

Hymani is less than pleased with the limits and the lack of attention both, and she shows it, sitting down with a huff and a pout, chubby arms crossed in petulant protest. Zhiraj pays her no mind, now that she is sure the girl will not do it again. Instead, she looks to Amduscias at the question, head tilting back in slow contemplation.

     “If you had asked me that question a thousand years back, the answer would have been no. Today, it is yes. Hymani is very-- the word is not strong, but like strong.”

The idea of not knowing how to conduct herself, and how to explain herself properly is abhorrent, and her lip curls higher in intolerant frustration.

     “She can do this easy, not even I in my child days could have done what she does.”

Frankly, Amduscias being answered with anything but stoic refusal is rare. But he had answered her, and not lashed out at Hymani’s intrusion besides. He had scratched her back, she would scratch his, as it were.

Perhaps it was time she acclimated herself. She might be here a while.

A slow lean, and she’s against the back of the couch. Not that it meant much, slumped as she was, since her spine barely touched the thing before it curved away, but it was the intent that mattered.

A devilish grin lit the little girl’s face as Zhiraj shifted, and she dares to try again, little fingers reaching forth. Her guardian is aware at this point, though, and the little hand is rapped sharply with one finger before she has a slim chance of even getting close.

     “Children. How do you know Nazh--”

A thoughtful pause. 

     “--Najwa? Are they well?”

“That’s the one.” Amduscias nodded in agreement. “You know her? Small multiverse.” His eyes were wandering already, observing the shifting crowd. More and more of the guests proved to be far from human as the night progressed. Jinn and deava pressed against unsuspecting party goers, hissing promises and dark thoughts into their ears. A ghûla, a beautiful specimen with all the feral beauty of a hyena, was dancing on the counter top which stole quite a few hearts and minds. Just wait until she sings. 

Amduscias only looked up again when he noticed the small creature in the corner of his eye move and reach out. His head fully snapped around when he was hit with the burst of energy, like someone rapping loudly against a door. His own energy rose to answer, to knock back. But that would definitely have been the wrong sort of reaction and probably been far from advantageous for the child, so he quickly cut the instinctive reaction off. He had no mind for children but he was also not someone to cause needless harm, as of right now.

“It’s nothing.” He assured the caretaker. “I do have to ask, however. Is it safe for her to travel in the way that you do?” Amduscias tilted his head as he crossed his legs again. 

#asperitasrex

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#இ┋musings

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late night starters calls will work one hundred percent, yes. Best planning

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LS V: journey (second part) New series out now on www.lucatombolini.net .. Moroccan desert, last summer…

#℘┋the homeland

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late night starters calls will work one hundred percent, yes. Best planning

#this is one! do the thing! if u are here lmao #℘┋cloakless

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Gareth Pugh Fall 2011

#ok first off #zhiraj would wear these #second #she would fuck u if u wore them for her #இ┋that cold glimmer

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#ye-- #yeah. its Zhiraj #இ┋musings

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Difficult Wet Folding Technique Allows This Vietnamese Artist To Create Curved Origami

#oh man hymani loves these #ஐ┋that warm giggle

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A quiet reminiscent of the calm before the storm falls over her, and she tests the name with her tongue pensively.

     “Najwa. Nahjwa. Nazheeah? Little thing with freckles and red hair? They call themselves that, now?”

She braces her chin on her pale palm, fingers curling in like spider legs, long and jutting out.

     “I will make sure to visit them as well, then. Thank you very much.”

A faint smile pulls at the corners of her lips before shrinking down to sharp nothing again.

     “I wonder if they have gotten any better at being calm over the years.”

Hymani though, is not focused on her mentor’s ponderings, nor the flashing lights and thudding music surrounding her. Merely one thing had caught her interest, and it was the pale person Zhiraj had stopped to talk to. She leans, standing up and fixing one hand in the collar of Zhiraj’s cloak.

A slow lean, and then she’s got one palm on Amduscias’ knee, a sharp, bright flash of consciousness accompanying it, unbridled and wild. Nothing too close, broad and unfocused, but nevertheless pressing close in childish curiosity and bold surety.

The next second it’s broken, one long hand reeling the little girl in with a murmured chastisement and a frown.

     “Apologies. Hymani has not learned rules yet.”

Amduscias found the position no less relaxing but for the time being there was no remedy at hand. They could of course have left the club scene but he didn’t see the need for the relocation of his person yet. 

“I see.” The archdemon leaned back, the pale body stretching out as he moved to cross his legs. With one hand his raked through his long hair, a mane of silver and white tangles, and drew it away from his ear as if he would hear her better that way. 

“Well, I don’t remember ever having promised to keep any secrets.” He admitted. “I met someone named Najwa. Or at least she said it was her name. Same difference at the end of the day. We visits on occasion.” Amduscias looked over at his guest. 

“Does this ease your surprise?” He asked, curious on his own part. There were a few question he had as well, mainly concerning the child Zhiraj carried with her. 

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The greeting gets a bare nod from Zhiraj and an excited flurry of chirps from the younger of the two. She is not old enough to be out from under Zhiraj’s shadow yet, and already she is brave, first pulling at the hem of Zhiraj’s ground length cloak and back again, jabbering in a high pitched peal of what could only be words.

--☰☱☲☳☴☵☶☷?!

The tail end of the spiel cracks a reluctant grin from the hard rock that was the elder’s expression, and she shakes her head.

     “I am Zhiraj. Hymani has a lot of questions, of which the first is your name. The others are less polite. Do you have the time to talk to her?”

It’s simple, it’s blunt, and punctuated with another chirp from the toddler as she took that step forwards, grinning up at Apadiel with heavily speckled cheeks. Anything less than the bare bones of social display are unimportant to the elder, and that ruffled a lot of feathers. Especially what with the limited vocabulary.

Her eyes move up–

up

and up again, from the smaller being to the taller one, passing a lean body and broad shoulders to finally settle on the face. She is not afraid; there is no hostility in the voice, though there is no warm welcome either. She stands with no sudden movements, making herself as tall as she can when she comes out of the crouch she’d dropped to to greet the little one.

“Hello.” The melody of the smaller being’s greeting - if that’s what it was - is indeed familiar, though Apadiel admits surprise only to herself at the variety of them. It must be fascinating to walk the streets of wherever it is they’re from.

Eyes drop down to the smaller one again, and this time she risks a smile. “And hello to you as well.”

#yes zhiraj be rude it will make u many friends #emeraldapadiel