[SE] and again for good luck

KIADA

“Good.” She teases him immediately as that part of the conversation dies and moves into more of her experiences in life – how much shit she’s put up with, all the things she’d strove for and ended up perishing because of them. If nothing else, at least she can say she had done some things in the past. Maybe not so much anymore, acting more like a ghost wandering from place to place. But for a time, she was something. Even if nobody else remembered her. “Eh, it was nothing.” She waves a hand as if to play it off – because she certainly hasn’t ever heard anyone say that in regards to her dying. "At least now I can't burn to death anymore."

But, it takes a back seat as she promptly slips and tangles herself up in the fucking mess of webbing that remains, and it gives her nothing to respond to the comment of easy roads to walk – wondering if anyone she’s met has had one. But she tangles herself up unintentionally and he turns with all the confusion in the world on his face, retrieving the knife from his own boot and approaches and all she can do is give him her best saccharine smile. “I appreciate the help.” She says a bit softer, voice light and still airing with playfulness despite her predicament.

“I would say that we’re quite evenly matched now.” She drawls back to him, tilting her chin up to flash him an equally playful, fanged smirk as he works to untangle her, freeing her arms and legs from the makeshift web prison so that she can stand comfortably on the bridge now without tripping or falling again. She reaches for his arm to give him a gentle squeeze, offering a brighter and more genuine smile. “Thank you. And yes, I was intending on going to the Inner Quarter, but I think now solely for the need to grab a drink.”

i was young and stupid then, always playing for the win
don't know where we got this bad, i just wish i had you back