My headcanons of the Djinn and his relationships between his waker. Sooo... Let's begin!
Narcissism. The ego of these beings reaches simply universal proportions! It is so huge that there is not enough space in any black hole in the entire outer space to fit it. Just imagine, if there is barely enough space in the void for one Genie, then what discomfort others are experiencing. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he so zealously wants to take over the Earth. Who knows?
Let's talk a little bit about horns. They are somewhat similar in function to antennas. Only instead of a radio or television signal, they catch energy frequencies of a subtle plane. So if you want to ask, "Do Djinn have headaches?" then, most likely, you will receive an answer in the manner of: "Of course, the dearest Awakener, if you could feel so many whirlwinds of emotions that circle in the constancy of eternity." And you wanted to feel. Totally by accident! (or rather, out of curiosity, like all people). Well, now you know the full range of sensations of a traumatic brain injury from decompression. And yes, they are sensitive. That's why your mystical "friend" has a stupid habit of twirling them between his fingers. And at some moments they become especially sensitive. If you know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"Nails or claws?" You know that besides the rings, he has his own natural nails, which are very long. While living with you, he watched you take care of your body: masks for everything, serums, massages, and manicures. Your cousin infected you with these beauty rituals. Gradually, you began to notice that your nail files began to thin out very often. And now, having already bought the eighth one during this period, you see this: your Persian Devil is sitting on the couch as if nothing had happened, with his feet up on the coffee table, and polishing his nails! With your file! You couldn't help yourself, and indignation burst out of you: "Maybe give you a construction file!? With diamond-coat!?" To which he replied without a doubt: "The Awakener said it, and the Djinn did it." And now, you're on the knees in front of him with your head down and holding a construction tool, like a damn Excalibur until the Genie takes it away.
Food preferences. Honestly, your cooking skills leave much to be desired because before you met him, you ate only fast food. He can "cook" any dish from any era. Literally. But don't worry, he's not going to poison you - so human flesh and those poisonous berries, from which some of the hominids died, are excluded from the menu. But that doesn't mean that the rest of the cousine will be familiar to you. Don't forget, he's a Genie - he likes to shock. One day, when you came home from an evening jog, you felt a wonderful odor that spread throughout the apartment. It's beckoning you. And now you've discovered how beautifully the small round table in your kitchen is set. In the middle was a porcelain dish with some glazed carcasses of a small bird, and next to it was a note: "I found this beautiful set of dishes in your cupboard. I hope you don't mind. Enjoy it." The bird was really just great, until you found out WHAT KIND of bird IT was! He appeared as usual - unexpectedly, and stood in the doorway leaning against the jamb: "A lot of Roman senators just loved fried blue parrots for dinner". He watched as your eyes widened in eerie realization of what you were eating right now. You stopped chewing abruptly. He slowly approaching the table, and dipped his finger into a small bowl containing sauce as red as fresh blood, and then vulgarly licked it, slightly exposing his forked tongue. You abruptly got up from the table and ran into the bathroom while he was laughing and talking after you: "You ate not one, but two pieces!" The next morning, you were woken up by a smell no less wonderful than yesterday's - coffee and some kind of pastries. And now you see the luxurious table again, as if you came to a five-star hotel in Dubai for breakfast. No matter how much you liked the fragrance, you looked at this feast with suspicion. "Don't worry. The usual breakfast of the sheikhs. Boring" - now he was standing by the stove and drinking coffee. The small cup that he holds was in stark contrast to his appearance. To tell the truth, you felt very uncomfortable, even guilty about yesterday: "I am... I'm so sorry. I was rude yesterday". "I thought you didn't like the parrot," the Genie said mockingly. "Did I say that? Everything was just great", - you told him that so sincerely that he immediately replied: "Good" with that creepy smile. The toast with hollandaise sauce was so delicious that you accidentally bit the tip of your tongue and then heard a rude chuckle. For him, it was the best compliment to his cooking skills.
Страница трека 'Lady GaGa - Abracadabra' на Energy FM
This is my first fanfic. I hope you like it. Cover made by myself.
This post contains a short excerpt. The full work is presented in my Wattpad profile: Sangu1sorba
...In the light of the fading sun, these piles of metal resembled an exhibition of sculptures of modern art. And so luck smiled - among the "blinded" Pontiac and the crumpled Fiat, a rusted Belvedere peeked out. Boldly walking to the car, the girl felt someone's gaze on her. Looking back, Bryant was speechless - that damn Chevrolet again! Only now, it was possible to see the driver of this misunderstanding. The owner was a match for his iron comrade - a large, broad-shouldered man stood with his back to the girl and checked something at the body. "Is he following me, or am I already paranoid? Okay, calm down, maybe he's fixing his truck here too, that's all. Just don't pay attention to him." the girl's thoughts were like a restless swarm of bees, "At least it's clear why he almost hit me. The decrepit moron doesn't seem to see the road anymore, but still there". Bryant suggested, noticing a bunch of long gray hair that peeked out from under a battered hat, "The old jerk".
