Hi there, couId I request semi-romantic fIuff with Rieta and SiraIos, possibIy with themes of redemption? PreferabIy with post-tgg Rieta.
Do the gods know mercy? Do things such as miracles exist in this world?
Perhaps finding the genie’s lamp could be described as a miracle, from her point of view. Though she might have wished to be found by someone more favorable, she wouldn’t look this gift horse in its mouth.
“Well, this is a surprise, isn’t it? A demon in my realm of angels. Dear me, and Rieta no less. What may I ask is the Devil’s lackey doing here?” A hand rested at Siralos hip, the expression on his face one of calm smugness. It was as though he was looking right through Rieta, yet was acknowledging her all the same.
“Do you expect an answer? I honestly have no idea why I’m here.” She may not appear so, but she’s not letting her guard down for an instant. One slip up, she feels, and she’s in even bigger trouble than she already is. “And-” Suddenly, she freezes up. Siralos has a hand extended to her, a warm smile on his face. On reflex, she takes a step back, prompting him to step forward.
“Now, now. Let’s have none of that.” He chuckles, slowly advancing on her until he’s able to take one of her hands in his own. Oversized it may be. “I will not harm you, Rieta. In fact, I wish to help.” Light shines from the palms of his hands on Rieta’s, and to her amazement, the crimson scales adorning her skin disappear as the light travels up her arm. Her hand isn’t so big anymore, Siralos taking advantage of this fact by holding it tightly in his own. And going an extra mile by bringing it to his lips to gently peck. “You still smell of the sun…”
Rieta’s too dumbfounded to react, her mind still comprehending her ‘new’ arm. “What- What did you- I-” She’s unable to finish any of these questions, thrown once more for a loop by what Siralos does. A kiss is planted to her forehead, the god taking a whiff of her hair. He sighs, pulling away.
“You may still be saved, Rieta. Despite your affiliation with that Devil, I am willing to overlook that and welcome you back into my radiant light. I know you wish for things to return to how they were, but this is the best I can offer.” As he speaks, he reaches for her other arm, ready to shine that light again should she say yes.
Swallowing, Rieta finally gathers enough of herself to form an answer. “You know you’re putting me on the spot like this, right? I just regained consciousness and- I’m sorry, but I hope I can give an answer when I can sort myself out.” He looks a bit saddened, but it doesn’t last long.
“Of course. But if you’ll allow me to sway you in the right direction…” Light pours from his hand, and once again the scales fall and fade away from her arm. Normal arms. Normal hands. Rieta can scarcely believe it, but they can feel and touch just as much as her claws could.
“Siralos…” She has much to mull over in the next few days.