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May. 23rd, 2020 12:08 pmPeople aren't supposed to wish for things like this. She's a genie, dammit, you get three wishes that can be for just about anything. Money, power, fame, luxury, the chance to go back and fix an old mistake earlier in your life. In the course of Qadiya's hundreds of years of life, she's granted wishes to dozens of people who happened across her lamp. They've all wished to be sultans or princes (once upon a time, not so much now), or millionaires or billionaires or celebrities.
Not one of them, across more than a thousand years, ever pointed to her and said "I wish for you." Until a day ago.
Wishes are wishes, though. While some wishes are off limits (such as raising the dead), the magic that binds her to the lamp, which gives her the power to grant even reality-warping wishes, forces her to comply with any wish that isn't explicitly forbidden. And while wishes making someone else fall in love with you are no good, it turns out that the rules are a little less clear-cut when it comes to genies themselves.
The instant he'd spoken the wish, her hands had been tied. She'd had no choice. Which is why she's standing here in the middle of a medium-sized home in modern day Japan instead of back in her lamp.
Qadiya is visibly out of place here, of course. Despite her true age, her body is that of a girl, skinny and in a perpetual state of early pubescence. She's short; her head barely comes up to the chest of her new magically-compelled lover.
Her snow-white hair contrasts sharply with her mocha-dark skin, both of which mark her as very not Japanese. Nor is her fashion something you'd see outside this house. The flowing vivid purple silks she wears covering her small breasts, the sheer skirt of matching fabric that hangs off her skinny waist, would be decidedly eye-catching outside. So would the golden jewelry she wears looped around her neck, the bangles hanging from her waist, and the gold bracelets- cuffs, really- that mark her servitude to the lamp.
Which, despite her new status as the lover to a mortal until the end of his days, has not yet ended.
"You've still got two wishes, you know." Qadiyah crosses her arms, tapping the tip of her foot against the ground impatiently. "Were you ever going to make those?"
Not one of them, across more than a thousand years, ever pointed to her and said "I wish for you." Until a day ago.
Wishes are wishes, though. While some wishes are off limits (such as raising the dead), the magic that binds her to the lamp, which gives her the power to grant even reality-warping wishes, forces her to comply with any wish that isn't explicitly forbidden. And while wishes making someone else fall in love with you are no good, it turns out that the rules are a little less clear-cut when it comes to genies themselves.
The instant he'd spoken the wish, her hands had been tied. She'd had no choice. Which is why she's standing here in the middle of a medium-sized home in modern day Japan instead of back in her lamp.
Qadiya is visibly out of place here, of course. Despite her true age, her body is that of a girl, skinny and in a perpetual state of early pubescence. She's short; her head barely comes up to the chest of her new magically-compelled lover.
Her snow-white hair contrasts sharply with her mocha-dark skin, both of which mark her as very not Japanese. Nor is her fashion something you'd see outside this house. The flowing vivid purple silks she wears covering her small breasts, the sheer skirt of matching fabric that hangs off her skinny waist, would be decidedly eye-catching outside. So would the golden jewelry she wears looped around her neck, the bangles hanging from her waist, and the gold bracelets- cuffs, really- that mark her servitude to the lamp.
Which, despite her new status as the lover to a mortal until the end of his days, has not yet ended.
"You've still got two wishes, you know." Qadiyah crosses her arms, tapping the tip of her foot against the ground impatiently. "Were you ever going to make those?"
