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Oliver nodded, "my sisters are identical. Though i assume their are differences, even identical twins have different finger prints." He shrugged slightly at his own comment. "During a full moon i don't have any control over myself what so ever. I have slight control over myself while i am changing into the wolf form on full moon, but after that I have no memory of what happened what I did, or anything." He paused, "an odd thing that happens during the change is even if i'm in that form that beast is still attracted to your significant other. I always thought that was weird about my parents." He paused again, listening to his question, "If it isn't full moon i have full control if it is full moon i have no control from the change to wolf form to the change back to my human form, its kind of like having a black out or just being knocked out while that part of me takes over." His gazed seemed distant as his explained this, like he was thinking of a deep memory inside his mind. "Yes If i were to bite you on full moon you would change. You would not become one right away, it takes a month. If you get bit its kind of like the flu overtaking your body, your weak and tired and you feel like your in a haze, until you finally change on that next full moon. It doesn't happen often, but it happens." He shrugged, "I just never heard of a Djinn before. Are your kind rare?" he asked curiously. "Its okay, its just like a burn, it'll go away soon." His ear twitched at Aixa's frazzled-ness. He was very flustered. "Don't worry about it, usually silver is only in fancy silver ware and rarely on certain plates." He leaned against the counter taking out the bread. He cracked the egg and found an egg beater, he whisked the egg and looked at the bread. "What you do is you put the fork in the edge of the bread and then you just dip the bread into the egg, then you put it on the plate i put there." He went into the fridge and got some butter. He picked up a big flat pot and then said, "cut me off a few pieces of butter, and put it in the pan, i'll do the rest after you put the bread in the egg." He smirked lightly and watched him.
At Oliver’s comment about fingerprints, Aixa nodded. Fingerprints developed from the embryonic fluid in the mother’s womb – perhaps the werewolf gene developed there, too? Perhaps it was in everyone but, like with many recessive genes, it simply went by without becoming dominant? He decided not to let his mind dwell on it too much – he didn’t want to seem like some kind of creepy mad scientist who wanted to cut the poor man up and use the little bits to study werewolves. Even though it would be fascinating. His cheeks colored slightly about the comment of how the animals were still attracted to their significant other.
“Yeah, I guess we’re pretty rare. We’re not supposed to meet others of our own kind. When we’re created, we have an assigned ‘parent’ that we call the Caretaker. But after we’re a few years old the Caretaker leaves us,” Aixa said, dipping the bread into the eggs nervously. He’d never even seen someone make anything remotely human, and doing it was nerve-wracking. He put the bread on the plate and began to cut up the butter. “And then we’re supposed to live out the rest of our days belonging to other people. We can’t grant our own wishes,” he mused, putting the pieces of butter in the pan.
He looked over at Oli and offered the man a smile. “Anyway, what about you mean? I mean… if you were to change into your werewolf form, would you still be attracted to someone?”
"Why aren't you supposed to meet others of your own kind? That sounds really strange to me. I would expect wanting to breed and make more of your kind is a thing. It is nature anyway.." he shrugged slightly. "Don't look so nervous, your not doing brain surgery or something." His ear twitched again at his words. "What if someone wishes for you to grant your own wishes?" he asked grinning slightly. "You shouldn't be serving other people you should be serving yourself." He got a spatula and took the bread on the plate and started to heat up the pan. He melted the butter and put the bread on the pan. It sizzled slightly. He went into a cabinet and got out some cinnamon. He sprinkled some over the bread as he spoke, "I guess at one point i was. But a few years ago my ex left me. She couldn't stand my leg problems. Which i think is bullshit, but i've been single ever since. She was my high school sweetheart."
“I’m not sure,” he answered, shrugging. “I’ve only ever met my Caretaker, and I don’t know what her name was. We don’t really have a desire to… breed,” Aixa replied, looking embarrassed. “That’s what genies are. Human and Djinn hybrids. I-I think the mother has to be human. I don’t really know much when it comes to… that…” he floundered, ears bright red. He busied himself by fiddling with his thumbs and twitching.
What if someone wishes for you to grant your own wishes?
“Heh, I don’t think that would happen. Even the kindest of men get corrupted when they have power in their hands,” Aixa said, offering a small smile towards Oli. “I guess Djinn are just natural slaves.”
Why was he confiding this to a stranger? He was positive that Djinn weren’t supposed to do this unless the human was the master. “She left you because of your leg?” he asked, clearly put-off. “Humans can be very cruel. I don’t think I’d be able to be a werewolf. I’d be too tempted to eat whomever smited me.”
He paused and drummed his fingers, wondering if regular people told their friends they’d eat the ex. “I used to have someone, too. Chaucer, his name was. Geoffery Chaucer. Didn’t work out. He had a wife.”
"So your a genie?" his eyebrow rose, "never thought those would be real. that's kinda cool." he said thoughtfully, "makes ya wonder what else exists out there without knowledge. I wonder if faeries are real.. or vampires. I know a form of demons are and there are werecats, which are just like werewolves but in cat form, my mother and my mothers sister were werecats. Oddly enough none of my siblings got her genes, maybe that gene is more subtle. Who knows. You probably didn't think that werewolves were real before now." He smiled a little. "I don't like humans to much, i don't trust them anyway.. ya know? I'm sure you do. you probably see the cruelness of humans most of all! How do you become? I don't know i guess attached to someone being a Djinn and all? Is it like the Genie in a lap or something?" he asked curiously. His ear twitched. "I must admit i have once scared the shit out of a human just because he was an asshole." He chuckled softly, "wasn't very nice of me, but who gives a shit." He paused listening. "was he human? or just trying to be straight?" He was pondering over the fact that he never thought about being with another man before. "Because i heard that happens a lot, men trying to prove themselves to be straight so they get married and have a bunch of kids.. and they regret it later because their miserable," he said thoughtfully. He finished making the french toast, he put it on the plate and went to the fridge getting syrup and he poured some onto the plate. "Try it, its sweet and tasty, one of my favorite breakfast meals, except i usually have like.. five or six.. i'm always hungry, must be the dog thing." he chuckled.
“No,” he said, a lot sharper than he meant to. “I’m a full-blooded Djinn. Genies are… genies are outlawed, now. We’re not supposed to fall in love with humans. Because genies don’t follow the rules of the Djinn. They’re dangerous,” Aixa said, learning against the table. “But yeah. I’m still really young, so I’m not very powerful.”
Is it like a genie in a lamp?
Aixa nodded. “Yeah, sort of. I’m a free-roaming Djinn. But the Djinn aren’t not bound to their Lamps, and they’re not always in the shape of Lamps. But there’s another way, you know. If you and a Djinn were to fall in love, you could ask. He… or she… would form up a contract with you,” he said, smiling. “But I’ve never heard of that happening in real life. Humans and Djinn don’t tend to get along. They used to sing to us. Terrible, horrible awful songs and they’d bind the Djinn to these awful objects. It’d be like someone … melding your skin to a metal chair. But it’s not our skin, you know. It’s our…” he trailed off, clearly frustrated with the way his people used to be treated. “Our souls. Who we are. But I’m one of the lucky ones. I used to be called The Djinn of the Sand. I’d run from the humans. I’d sink them in the ground to get away.”
He sighed and crossed his arms, rubbing his arms uncomfortably. “No, no I don’t think he was trying to prove he was gay. He was already trying to court her when he met me. It was never love for him. He used to write stories, and sometimes I read them and it’s like reading about me. Sometimes. Other times, I read those stories and it’s his wife he was writing about.”
He took the piece of bread in his hand and cut into halves, eating one piece. It felt strange, chewing for the first time. He frowned at the awkward feeling, but swallowed thickly. “It was very delicious!” he chirped, licking the syrup from his face. He picked up the other end and put it to Oliver’s lips. “Here, Oli.”
“Hey! Now that I know how to make it, I could totally make you breakfast one day! Like you could be asleep and I could be all hah! And then I’d creep out of bed and make you breakfast and then I’d bring and back and you’d eat the breakfast in your bed!” he gushed, flailing his arms happily. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever had!”
Oliver's ears twitched back against his face like a cat does when they are upset. "That is really fucked up! How can humans live with themselves?" He slowly shook his head. "That's so horrible. I can't even imagine that.. I fucking hate humans. Almost makes ya want to kill them all. Horrible fucking humans! Its like they have no souls! Maybe their jealous of our kind, yours, mine, maybe they want souls but they will never have them. They are so cruel." A light growl rumbled deep in his throat as he spoke, it sounded like a dogs angry growl before its ready to bite. He paused listening again, "I'm sorry that happened to you. We've all lost someone we loved at one point or another. Wither it be them leaving us or choosing someone else." He said, his eyes grayed over for a moment as if he was lost in a deep memory. Then he snapped back to reality waiting for Aixa to take a bite. He chuckled at Aixa's excitedness. "French toast is one of my favorite breakfast meals." Oliver laughed as he gushed hyperly, he thought it was cute and very amusing. "You seem to like the idea of cooking then." Oliver smiled. "You know the feeling i have when i cook now." he smirked.
Aixa stepped back nervously when the werewolf began to snarl and growl. He did agree with Oliver – what the humans did to his species had been a terrible abuse of their power. He hadn’t, however, expected the story of his people to affect the man so much. Aixa looked at him curiously, wondering if perhaps he, too, was angry with how the humans had treated werewolves. Humans had a lot of things wrong with them, but they were a beautifully strange species that Aixa couldn’t imagine living without. Cruel. Aixa nodded quietly at the word, wondering if Oliver would think he was cruel if he knew that he had killed one of his previous masters.
The growl that rose in Oliver’s throat made the Djinn widen his eyes. It was delightfully feral, and Aixa’s lips twitched into a wide grin at the sound. “I hold it true, whate’er befall; I fell it when I sorrow most; ‘tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all,” Aixa recited.
The way Oli laughed at his excitement made Aixa pause as he realized that he was rambling and dancing in front of a near-stranger. “Yes. Cooking seemed very strange. I like to learn new things,” he said. “Although I should probably learn more than just toast,” he said, his eyes roaming his living room. He was trying to survey places he could stuff some more few hundred cookbooks. “Since you taught me something, I should teach you!”
"It takes time to learn how to cook, but you can learn. And you'll need to buy yourself more food to cook with. You would probably like fried chicken, with some french fries, those are really yummy." His eyes turned black for a few seconds at the thought of a nice bloody steak, it made hunger ripple through his body. He was thinking about eating somewhere for lunch. That's one thing he hated about being a werewolf, he was always hungry. He ignored it. "I'm sure you could teach me a lot of things." When a werewolf goes out on full moon, it is hunting and hunting for food, as much as it can, as much as it could find before the human inside wakes up in the morning.
Aixa put the food in his mental memory. The way Oliver’s eyes were going black slightly unsettled him, but he let himself ignore it. He decided that he’d have to take the werewolf out to eat later – that’s what humans did, right? They ate together? – but only after he’d cemented his friendship with the lonely werewolf. “I’m sure I could,” Aixa agreed, referring to how he could teach the man quite a few things. He decided not to mention that he was a bit of a self-declared genius because humans – and other related species – never liked an arrogant show-off.
“Don’t freak out on me,” he requested, slipping behind Oliver and putting his hands on the man’s shoulders. His fingers glowed a gentle shade of white briefly. The white left his fingers and covered the man’s body, focusing on Oli’s legs. It was supposed to release tension and begin to heal. Aixa didn’t have any doubts that a full-grown Djinn could heal the man’s disease with a snap of its fingers, but the most Aixa could do at the moment was to relieve the pain for a few hours. His fingers continued to knead into the man’s shoulders.
He grinned. “I’ll teach you how to relax, my friend,” he said gently. “But I can’t do it with you standing up. I don’t want you to get too relaxed and crack your skull open when you fall on my floor,” he said thoughtfully, lifting his hands from the man’s shoulders. “I don’t have to touch you if it makes you feel uncomfortable,” he said, skipping merrily into his living room and clearing off the couch all the way so that Oliver could either sit or lie down.
"I have trouble relaxing," he admitted with a slight shrug. Oliver followed Aixa amused that he was skipping. "Your very hyper aren't you?" he chuckled, "you seem to have a lot of energy." He watched as he cleared off the couch. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable." He said shaking his head slightly. He limped over to the couch and sat down. He pulled his arms out of the crouches and placed them down so they were leaning against the couch but so they wouldn't be in the way to much. "I've always been horrible at relaxing, especially when i was a teenager and my anger issues were big... well issues." He shrugged, "they don't bother me as much anymore, like i don't get angry as easy anymore but i still can get angry and sometimes loose it." Other then that Oliver was really a HUGE teddy bear... or well a teddy wolf!
You’re very hyper, aren’t you? You seem to have a lot of energy.
Aixa grinned. He was, in fact, literally buzzing with energy – that’s what all Djinn were at their core. Although he’d never been hyper before, he didn’t take it as an insult. He doubted Oliver would insult him. He seemed genuinely nice, and a bit troubled. Aixa wriggled his fingers, quite determined to make this werewolf relaxed. He sat on the edge of the back of the couch, perched above Oliver. He ran a hand through the werewolf’s hair, trying to send relaxing signals through his energy. He mentally cursed the fact he was just a young Djinn.
“Breathe slowly,” he whispered, adding a comforting layer of energy to his voice. His hands slipped down to Oliver’s neck, his eyes narrowed in concentration of keeping a steady supply of calming energy running through his fingertips. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Imagine waves of relaxation running down your body,” he murmured. “From your scalp downwards,” he said, sending the relaxing energy to the man’s scalp. “Let the waves run in time your breathing, first washing down over your head –” and here Aixa focused the energy on the werewolf’s head. “Then your torso, then your arms, then your legs,” he said slowly and smoothly.
He was going to make Oli relax if he had to use all his energy. A Djinn on a mission was not to be trifled with! He continued rubbing Oli’s shoulders and arms, silent now, trying to let Oli enjoy silence.
“Are you relaxed?” Aixa whispered, his mouth close to Oli’s ear. “Or should I shut up and keep massaging you?” he murmured thoughtfully.
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Oliver listened to his voice. His ear twitched when Aixa told him to close his eyes. He did close his eyes. He imagined a wave of gray light enveloping him. He liked the color gray, he had always pretty much, even some of his fur when he was a werewolf was a silver color. Mostly on his chest down though. He felt very sleepy all the sudden, relaxed by Aixa's voice. He felt like a warm light was going down his body. It felt nice, very nice. He felt his tail wagging. Though he didn't have a tail in this form he still felt it wagging. It was like that phantom syndrome when someone has a limb amputated, they still feel it there, they still feel its movement and its itches, but it isn't really there. The same happens to werewolves, they feel like its still there, they still have the sensation of the tail being there, but it isn't. Oliver felt a shiver go down his spine when Aixa whispered into his year. He realized with a light blush that another part of him was stimulated. He hoped Aixa wouldn't notice. "Yeah I'm relaxed, your good at that." He said now feeling very shy.
Pride swelled in his chest, and he slid down the couch, sitting next to Oliver. “Thanks,” he said, unnerved by Oli’s blush. He looked down at his hands, still rather unsure of the reason for the blush. “I’ve never done that before,” he said, a little breathlessly, “I mean, it’s not like I waltz around touching people all the time,” Aixa mumbled, groping wildly at what his new friend was blushing about. Perhaps it was just a flush from the amount of energy he’d exerted? Aixa knew he was fairly exhausted from it, but at least Oli had said it felt good.
“Why are you being so quiet now?” Aixa asked nervously, putting his head on Oli’s shoulder and pouted up at him. “Did I hurt you when I was touching you? It was my first time so it probably wasn’t great,” he said with a heavy sigh. He traced the logo on Oliver’s shirt idly, before jumping off the couch excitedly.
“Oli! I have a super great idea! Later we should go have lunch or something! Or now! Are you hungry? Do humans eat lunch this early?! We should totally go! It’d be so much fun! I like human food now!” he said, jumping around cheerfully.
He laughed, "that would be a little strange if you did." He paused, "it just made me a little sleepy." And then Oliver shook his head, "it was fine, ya didn't hurt me, and i would tell you if you were." Oli blinked surprised when he suddenly jumped up. He laughed loudly, "We can go now if you want to, I'm always hungry remember?" he grinned slightly, amused. "We should go to a diner, they have all kinds of different foods you could try there, figure out what you like. And i can have steak or something. We could get appetizers so you could try different things," he suggested. He was trying to think of a specific diner that they could go to. He inwardly shrugged unsure of which one they should go to. Probably one with a lot of variety. He then thought amusingly that since he never ate before that he probably never drank before. That would be interesting to see, such a hyper man, drunk.
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