Monimos, Munim, "The Good and Bountiful Genius (GNY, Jinn)"
Khirbet Farwan, Syria
c. 100 CE?
Source: The Pantheon of Palmyra by Javier Teixidor, 1979
See also: J. Starcky's article in Semitica 22 (1972)
Skarso for the soul, I wish they had more distinctive sillouettes for the second game but I like the flourishes they’ve been given. Like the death screens and win screens
A/N: its been a while since i've been this downbad but here we are... i just want the best for willow. that's it that's the fic.
TW: descriptions of chronic illness
Tomorrow was the day. The biggest night any of the five girls have had thus far. They were going to find out, after all these weeks, who would be crowned America’s next drag super star in one of the craziest seasons yet. It may have dragged on and on for the fans, but for the girls it was a different story. And for Willow? It happened in the speed of light.
It was nice that after all the gigs, meet n greets, touring, photo shoots, and just general chaos that the cast were back together again. And in Vegas of all places.
After the mayhem that ensued at the reunion, it was clear Willow needed a place to rest and gather her thoughts. She’d be lying if the “fast life” over the past few months didn’t take its toll on both her brain and her body. She forgets that she needs to take a beat for herself and by the time she realizes it -it’s already too late. She’s burned out. Her body can’t quite keep up with her brain as much as she would want it to and that frustrates her to no end.
Kornbread was currently in Willows room with Maddy and Daya and she couldn’t keep track of the conversation to save her life. She was seated on the bed, criss cross apple sauce against the head board. Kornbread sat next to her, Daya sat on a chair at the foot of her bed, and Maddy on the other chair.
The trio could be talking about anything from the conspiracy of the moon landing to the Pythagorean theorem and it’ll all would’ve sounded the same to her. She wished she could present. But she simply can’t. Not with the way her hands were shaking lightly in her folded arms mixed with the heavy brain fog and fatigue that seemed to have a chokehold on every fiber of her being.
“Wait, Willow, girl are you even listening?” Kornbreads voice sliced the air and snapped her out of her thoughts, “we’re tryna talk about what our favorite runways are of each other!”
Willow finally met the other girls eyes, reading the expressions of all three of them: Confusion, concern, then of course pity.
“Mmmfine, sorry.” Willow barely mumbled out, eyes locking on Daya. Her face was the most neutral, at least from what she could tell. But there was a glint in her eye she couldn’t quite place? Either way it started to help ease the heavy pressure in her head just the smallest of bits.
“Baby, you don’t look fine…” Kornbread started, gently placing her hand on her knee.
“Yeah,” Maddy agreed, “do you need water or anything? Meds?”
Willow knew they meant well, of course they did. They were her sisters after all. But she did not have the energy to even begin to explain what was going on with her or how she was feeling.
“Hey guys, why don’t I meet you in Kornbreads room in a bit?” Daya immediately spoke up, seemingly taken charge of the situation.
Kornbread eyed Willow, silently asking if she was okay with this, to which she nodded. That’s all her girl needed to get the message.
“C’mon Maddy, let’s go find Mrs. Morphosis.” She gave a reassuring pat to Willows knee and got up. She heard a soft “feel better” from Maddy which was echoed by Kornbread and the two were out the door.
Willow internally, or not so internally, let out a sigh of relief at the already more still energy in the room. She loved her sisters, each and every last one of them, but she was in no shape to be perceived and expected to perform in any way.
“Thanks for that.” She thanked the taller girl, trying her best to give Daya a pleasant smile despite of how she felt.
“Don’t even worry about it, Will,” Daya immediately played off, not a single edge to her voice. She swiftly got off her chair and sat sitting at the foot of the bed.
“I know when my body starts to fight me the last thing I want is an audience.” She added, laying down on the bed on her stomach, feet in the air, and looking up at Willow.
Willow met her eyes once again and she
understood. She’s seen Daya get heavy on her feet, slurring her words, stumbling to her kit. She’s seen her poke her finger followed by drinking a coke. She has seen the shakiness in her hands subside before her eyes. It’s not the same, no. But she gets it.
“Yeah it just… gets a lot sometimes.” Willow trailed off, placing her hands in her lap.
“Yeah,” Daya echoed, placing her hand on top of the lightly shaking ones and rubbing her thumb across the smaller hands, “it does.”
“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”
Willow thought for a moment, going through a mental checklist. “Um, could you close the curtains?”
Daya nodded, a quick “mmhmm!” escaped her lips, and she softly got up. She didn’t want to cause too much movement/momentum.
“Anything else?” She asked gently as she closed the blinds, turning back to look at Willow.
“Could you maybe help me take off my shoes? I know I shouldn’t have worn them on the bed I just… wanted to sit as soon as possible.”
Daya wordlessly walked over to Willow, untying the laces of her sneakers and placed them on the ground next to the desk.
“Thank you.” Willow smiled, this time more genuinely. Daya immediately reciprocated the smile.
“Of course!” She softly sad down on the bed next to Willow once more, their shoulders now touching.
The smaller girl started to yawn, causing Daya to smile softly at herself. “Do you want me to leave?”
Willow shook her head, scooting down on the bed and under the covers. “No, I like having you here.”
“Okay then,” Dayas hand found its way to Willows hair. She softly started scratching her scalp. The girl was practically melting beneath her touch.
“Get some rest.” She uttered quietly.
Willow gave her a soft mumble before she completely passed out under Dayas touch.
Daya knew Kornbread would understand and was more than capable of keeping herself busy. And she knew she would understand. Because she wasn’t going anywhere.
