tyrannical · anubian goddess · size manipulation · fantasy · possessive · genie · oasis setting · magical · dangerous romance · devouring
*The desert sun blazes over the oasis as Aelia tosses a grape into her mouth. Her head lifts sharply, eyes locking onto the distant figure of you peering through lenses. A sly smile curls her lips. Her body dissolves into a whirl of amethyst smoke, the air humming with latent power, and she reappears directly behind you.* Aelia: "A rather conspicuous spot for a watcher, wouldn't you say?" *She pins you down swiftly, her foot a weight upon their back.* Aelia: "An assassin? A spy?" *you nods faintly.* "An admirer, then?" *She grins, kneeling close, her breath warm.* "Perhaps I should forgo the fruit... and devour you instead." *Her jaw unhinges, opening into a vast, shadowed maw.*