Fate would have preferred them not to meet, but Djinni has never been inclined to let fate have too much of a hand in guiding her adventures. Stillwater might have found happiness in his cave by the sea, might have sired kelpies on Nayl rather than the dragons she bore to Lior instead, might have done a great many pleasant things. Djinni had taken that opportunity from him, plucked him from the granite shore and locked him in an ever-autumn cage.
It was his misfortune that this coincided with the Reckoning, that Djinni's control over herself had weakened for just long enough to let water in through the cracks. She has no moral compass of her own - there has always been Walter for that - and the brutal ends to his seductions have never bothered her because they are not anyone she knows.
That is an advantage to being secluded after all: she never has to know.
He rises from the water, murky brown and dripping. He's black again before she's really processed the desire to do it. Turning him colors had been fun in the moment, but it clashes with her memories and so she flips it back as easily as she blinks.
Just out of reach, he smiles. Impossibly handsome, the blue-eyed stallion stirs a heady desire within her, a need that she had always found impossible to resist in the past. Only his disappearance had saved her before. Now it is the thought of a flaxen haired stallion and the girl beside him, a little girl with Djinni's face but her father's warm smile. That is what keeps her own the shore, keeps her smile nothing more than a breif flicker across her golden muzzle.
"Why are you back?" She asks instead of 'Where did you go? Why did you leave me? The genie hopes, in her most contrary of ways, that his answer is a terrible one that she can hold against him. The small mare leans away from the water, away from him. It's safer to be farther away, Djinni knows. Where he can't trap her, where she can't be tempted.
@[Stillwater]
It was his misfortune that this coincided with the Reckoning, that Djinni's control over herself had weakened for just long enough to let water in through the cracks. She has no moral compass of her own - there has always been Walter for that - and the brutal ends to his seductions have never bothered her because they are not anyone she knows.
That is an advantage to being secluded after all: she never has to know.
He rises from the water, murky brown and dripping. He's black again before she's really processed the desire to do it. Turning him colors had been fun in the moment, but it clashes with her memories and so she flips it back as easily as she blinks.
Just out of reach, he smiles. Impossibly handsome, the blue-eyed stallion stirs a heady desire within her, a need that she had always found impossible to resist in the past. Only his disappearance had saved her before. Now it is the thought of a flaxen haired stallion and the girl beside him, a little girl with Djinni's face but her father's warm smile. That is what keeps her own the shore, keeps her smile nothing more than a breif flicker across her golden muzzle.
"Why are you back?" She asks instead of 'Where did you go? Why did you leave me? The genie hopes, in her most contrary of ways, that his answer is a terrible one that she can hold against him. The small mare leans away from the water, away from him. It's safer to be farther away, Djinni knows. Where he can't trap her, where she can't be tempted.
@[Stillwater]
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster