[SE] and again for good luck

KIADA

His response causes a bubbly laugh to leave her, Kiada still melting into his body while his fingers trace along her scars. She lifts her own hand from around him to trace idle designs into his chest, tilting her head up to look at him with the question, before he catches himself though her smile remains. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” And she really doesn’t; but she can make a game out of it.

So she props herself up slightly, enough to keep his hands on her but so that she can peer down at him with her sex tussled hair tugged onto one side of her shoulder. “What about… A scar for a scar?” She asks, not really giving him a chance to accept or deny. So, with his hand trailing along her spine, she flashes him a nostalgic smile. “I had magic in the first world I came from. It was always there and was just a fire that ran up and down my spine. It was harmless, mostly an aesthetic thing, until I went to the second world before here. It was real, and it burned the fuck out of me each time I tapped into my fire.” She shrugs a burned shoulder with a small smirk, tracing a no description scar on his chest as if to say your turn.

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