I didn’t expect to have anything for @thetourguidebarbie‘s birthday, but then this happened. I hope you like it, Angie! Happy birthday!
Her eyes fluttering, Caroline slowly became aware of her surroundings. The distant roar of an engine, a lolling motion like a-
“What the hell?”
She jerked, sitting up from her prone position on a leather couch. The puffy white monstrosity took up half the private jet’s cabin, leaving just enough room for the two chairs facing it. One was occupied by a familiar face with a menacing grin, and Caroline’s stomach roiled with the uncertain danger that expression held.
“Considering the last thing I remember is walking home from work, I assume this a kidnapping,” she thought out loud. Met only with a silent stare, Caroline refused to be cowed despite the lack of escape routes from a plane in flight. There was no doubt in her mind she’d lose a physical fight, so it was probably best to resist the urge to drop her fangs.
When in doubt, kill them with kindness.
She squared her shoulders and took a fortifying breath. “Care to tell me where we’re going?”
As an apology to @thetourguidebarbie for not tagging my angst, I’m writing more Genie!Caroline. For the first little tidbit, please read this.
The thing about being a
Genie? Really not as bad as the stories
made it seem.
had been around for… a while. She’d lost
count around the 9th century or so.
And okay, yeah, for a while (a long while) the whole thing was kind of
boring. But in the past couple of
spent an entire year binge watching shows on Netflix, and she didn’t regret a
second of it.
wonderful thing about magic meant equipping her lamp with wifi was a breeze,
and most colleges and universities offered online courses for degrees.
an age where boredom was only a thing if you let it, and Caroline wasn’t the
type to allow herself to be bored.
had a cat – a gift from her last mistress, a particularly precarious child
named Trixie, who, after wishing for chocolate cake and cash (Caroline couldn’t
fault the kids desires), had used her last wish to give Caroline a pet.
the wish had been a general I want you to
have a cat to be friends with!, it had been easy enough to make sure that
her new pet was a breed that didn’t shed particularly horribly. She had named it after a friend of hers,
because in the early days, it had torn her belongings to shreds, sort of like
the original Enzo liked to do.
Caroline was perfectly content in her life and in her lamp… she didn’t need
someone to come and enliven her boredom.