the jinn (thejinn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-04 13:52:00 |
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As a rule, Jinn didn't have any particular feelings toward bodies of water. He had known gods who were bound to them before — Sobek, for various reasons, had recently been on his mind — and others who were cursed never to cross them. Some of his own kind had become marids with time, genies who flowed like water instead of burning, as they were meant to, like flame. But Jinn was not one of them. He was neither repulsed by his distant cousins' domain, nor drawn to it. Besides, his cousins were all dead and the hotel pool wouldn't have suited them anyway. It was a vast space, long and hollow, the ceiling supported by tall white arches and the bottom tiled in blue. The air smelled of chlorine and the few potted ferns that ran the length of the room weren't enough to dim the slap of every footfall. Jinn walked from one end of the pool to the other, then crouched down and laced his fingers behind his neck. Had he been here before? Had he swum in these waters, stood in this spot? It irked him not to remember. Fitting, then, to be waiting for someone whose memory was equally compromised. It didn't take long for another set of footfalls to reach his ears. Jinn didn't stir; he remained crouched, waiting, not at all dressed as a lifeguard should be and not really caring if he fit the part he had been assigned. |