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@thedjinn
ind, private & selective roleplay blog for 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧 of 𝙬𝙬𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨, canon compliant / headcanon expanded. exploring themes such as : the cost of greed , desire , unseen servants , magic comes with a price , exact wording , terms and conditions , immortality , confined freedom . wishes granted by jayne bird ( 23 , she/they , cst )
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 . / 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 . / 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐
the djinn as a concept is so interesting to me, i adore it so much, actually.
i miss them.
the djinn as a concept is so interesting to me, i adore it so much, actually.
‘ * 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖜𝖆 , whsprhouse .
ITS WORDS FILL HER with a warm feeling, a sense of peace she has only felt around it since she was brought back into this world. the color in her cheeks is masked by the dim lighting, but she is certain he must know anyway.
it is unbecoming, marwa thinks, to feel this way, to act this way. but things are different in the new world. the shame that threatens to tamper down her enthusiasm is overruled by the knowledge that her husband’s… ex-husband, on a technicality, behavior has been terribly uncouth.
it hadn’t bothered her then, because he didn’t allow it to. it doesn’t bother her now because she simply can’t be bothered to care.
marwa smiles to herself, the compliments far greater than any worldly pleasure she could ever ask for. “dear man.” she turns to him, then, taking both hands in his, and looking up into his dark eyes. “i wish you could experience the world with the same wonder i do.” there’s a hidden message in those words, one she does not say aloud. i wish you could, if even for a short while, simply be human like me.
there had been a time when it had thought that humans were simple creatures. greed driven and power hungry. most of them are, in his experience, but not all, and she is showing him that. every human has desires, something the djinn can see, even when they are buried deep in the heart of them, every human has some want that gnaws at them, but some, a rare few, will fight the instinct that drives desire to greed, in hope of helping others. the djinn thinks of reaching for her, of cupping her jaw, of sweeping his thumb over the curve of her cheek with an affection it has not known. it does not, and such a practice of self restraint leaves him with a feeling akin to a man in the desert, the oasis just out of reach. the task itself seems simple, but it is just out of reach.
her hands take hold of his and it is the first drop of rain in a drought. the djinn looks at her, the desire to remind her it is not like her, nor any man she has met, but it does not. for this assumption, as right as it might be, is a comparison it does not wish to make. the djinn blinks at the statement, two little words it has heard all it’s existence. i wish. the djinn has granted many desires for marwa, many offhanded statements, many wants or needs, but it has only granted three of her wishes thus far, and the words are far too rare for him to miss. eyes lock onto her’s, and there is a spark in them, a fire behind the dark pools of his iris.
“ this is your wish ? ” it questions, or perhaps warns, warm palms pressed flush against her own. the djinn does not often ponder the repercussions of the wishes it grants, it twists the wording for an outcome that might teach a lesson, or simply grants the wish in it’s simplest form, but then . . . not all wishes truly involve the djinn itself, and it would never seek to cause her harm.
it was a decoration on a ship, set in a small locked box, lined with velvet. it takes two weeks before the ship sinks and someone finds the box, another two days before the pirates get around to opening it. the captain didn’t want to ruin the box. the djinn knows the moment he lays eyes on @gentlepyrate the man is going to be an odd one, but it has handled odd ones before, and it doubts he will cause any real damage.
the djinn stands, leather bound notebook held in one hand and pen in the other, it watches the gentleman pirate with indifference, they are only two wishes in, and already he can tell the man is going to be a tougher case. “ this is your wish ? ” it asks, as it always does, giving the other a chance to clarify his wording, and doubting he will take it.
‘ * 𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯 , therelentless .
“Another world?” That was quick to get his attention. “Is that even actually a thing?” He suppose everything was possible when you had a decent amount of wishes at one’s finger tips, but another world? he wouldn’t even know exactly where to go. “It sounds like a nice thing, especially when everyone here is shit. Everyone is doing whatever they want, living their happy lives, and I’m just here. People getting mad at me for nothing, and Guillermo, you heard what he did? he’s a traitor.”
the djinn is sure that nandor believes at least most of what he says at any given time. the djinn has seen many liars and manipulators, but not many who have put so much belief in themselves. “ i am . . . aware, yes. ” it offers idly, tilting it’s head the same way it often does when there is a far simpler answer to a problem, considering nandor has a plethora of reality bending wishes at his disposal. “ . . . who is mad at you ? ”
‘ * 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖜𝖆 , whsprhouse .
SHE’S NOT SURE WHY she’s disappointed when it looks away, back to the sky. that’s what she had said, what she wanted. head in the clouds, her father used to tell her, chiding. it’s not true. her head’s always been far, far beyond that.
“mhm!” she smiles brightly, && locks her arm through his, leaning against his lean frame. “one of the royal stars. i don’t know why, but it’s always been my favorite.”
she feels warm inside, only a slight distraction as she explains the placement of the other three, && then each of their stars in their respective constellations. it lets her talk, && she scarcely notices that she’s been allowed to go for much longer than nandor ever tolerated her rambling.”
finally, though, she does stop, shaking her head bashfully. “you must know all of this already. i don’t mean to bore you. i suppose very little must interest you, with such infinite knowledge of the world.”
he is warm, unnaturally so. she leans into the djinn and if she were to look at his face she might see his surprise. he is not sure how to mask that from her, does not try as hard as he should. he listens as she speaks of four of the twenty-five brightest stars in the sky, where they belong, what constellations they belong to. the stars have so often been used for navigation, for prediction. he wonders idly what alignment regulus must be in to cause such an outcome for them.
“ no.” it counters, turning to look at marwa’s face once more. the smile it gives is a fragile thing, unsure of itself, but honest nonetheless. “ it does not bore me, it is nice to hear how you speak of them. ”
“ the knowledge i have is not like what you posses, i have no connection to the stars, not like you. ” it offers, musing over the stars is not something it has done, like many things the djinn has not considered the stars, simply accepted they exist. though if he thinks of it further he might find he has more in common with the burning light, how similar they are, the things humans use to wish upon.
‘ * 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊 , drunivers .
“i can’t believe we haven’t met before, @thedjinn!” she falls in love easily, true, but the guide’s tone is also tinged with a genuine scholarly interest. “are you a real djinn? wait, are you telling me that they had access to a real live djinn this whole time and nobody used any wishes to fix this fucking house?” she throws up black-gloved hands in disgust, “idiots!” – is she the only sane vampire in the borough of staten island? – but manages to get over her annoyed confusion, lowering her eyes in a way she surely thinks is coquettish. “you’re very handsome, you know. what do i call you?”
he gives no comment when it comes to the idea of fixing the house, nandor could have easily used a few wishes to do so, but greed often leads others to act selfishly, and nandor is far from an exception to that rule, but rather an easy example. he does not wish to share his toys. “ yes. ” it replies, it is real and alive or at least something akin to it. eyes flicker over her features, the djinn adjusts his glasses though he still only looks at her from above the lens. careful disinterest clear in his tone. he is not sure anyone has asked for his name before, though it has known a compliment or two from various lamp holders. “ you may call me djinn, as everyone else does . . . you are the guide, nadja’s friend, yes ? ”
‘ 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖜𝖆 , whsprhouse .
SHE LAUGHS QUIETLY as she watches him look up at the sky. maybe it doesn’t hold the same wonder for the stars that she does, but there’s something just as special about watching someone else experience the thing you love. more magical, marwa thinks, than the real magic she’s still getting used to. her own gaze returns to the stars, && she smiles, closing her eyes as if basking in the soft glow.
“you’re not looking,” she quips, a soft laugh escaping her lips when she finally looks again at him && finds him looking back. “see? that’s tascheter. the guardian of the eastern sky” she points to a particularly bright star. “they call it aldebaran now.”
embarrassment is new for him, certainly. you’re not looking. heat rises like fire to his face, and the djinn follows her gaze back up to the sky, looking at the star that was once tascheter, and is now aldebaran. it is one of the stars that makes up taurus. it has a clinical sort of knowledge, it knows but does not have to learn such things. he knows each star and it’s position, could change them in any order he wanted, any order marwa desired could be mapped and charted into the sky, but she does not wish to rewrite the stars, simply to know them, and there is beauty in that. the passion she holds is what makes it mean something.
“ the follower, yes ? ” it asks, even if it already knows the answer. head tilting he glances at marwa and then back to the sky. it is paying attention now, and it will learn any lesson a thousand times to make her happy.
@whsprhouse marwa takes him by the hands, giggling quietly. "keep your eyes closed!" she urges, pulling him forward a little further. "okay. here." they stop, and she reaches over, tilting his chin up with two fingers. "look." it's a lot different from the last time she was here — hundreds of years ago — and yet somehow, marwa remembers it as if were yesterday. she'd memorized the positions of these stars when she was a little girl. when she woke up in staten island centuries later, she thought she'd never see them again. "this is what i used to look at every night. you've shown me so much — i wanted you to see this too."
the djinn does not hesitate to follow her direction, eyes closed, it follows instruction without question, walking hand in hand. the djinn knows desire, it knows that there is no desire to harm in marwa’s actions, and even if there were he isn’t sure he would refuse her. fingers split from his, tilting his chin skyward and the djinn allows it’s eyes to open, looking through the thick lens of his glasses. he studies the stars above them, the vast expanse of the sky, the stars scattered above glowing. it feels very much like seeing marwa’s determination to learn, her love for knowledge, scattered in the sky above.
it is a beautiful sight, still he cannot help but turn his gaze to her, gaze dancing over her profile, the shape of her lips, her jaw, the shine in her eyes. he is in awe at the sight of her. “ beautiful. ” he says it softly, almost hesitantly as he watches her.
what if you like this and i write you a starter for ur muse rubbing the djinn lamp.
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
the djinn when it likes someone just giving them wishes as gifts, using it’s magic to give them what they desire without thinking because that is what it knows people like.
the djinn, a trickster meant to manipulate it’s so called masters and twist their wishes so they learn lessons about desire and greed: broke.
the djinn, best friend to nandor the relentless, and overall funky lil dude: woke
really fun that the djinn grants 52 wishes when the number 52 can represent learning and expanding one’s horizons, while 55 can mean that you will encounter change and that you have the ability to guide this change as it occurs.
‘ * 𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯 , therelentless .
“Everybody betrayed me! I’m fed up with this world.”
it listens, boredom scrawled lazily into it’s features. the djinn has opinions about this current situation, the opinion being it’s a silly argument that eventually nandor will get over, but for now, he keeps that to himself. “ you could try visiting another world. ” it offers idly, the suggestion is a shit one, but then, it isn’t meant to actually help.
talking about the djinn is so fun for me personally because at this point it’s just a glorified original character, he’s had 10 minutes of screen time, no one knows him, no one should care, but here i am, planting my flag in the dirt, crying about the fact he never had a childhood or the ability to use his magic for himself. about how he loves honey. about how he was trapped in a lamp for 700+ years and refuses to believe that has left a mark on him.
