better in the morning

i am made of bullets; shrapnel /// you are solar flares and soft lips
better creatures could love you i know ///

She starts to dive in, certainly aware of Belial that remains under the table, begging for scraps. So much so that she nearly thinks about slipping him one before Deimos’ question distracts her and she politely swallows down her bite before she speaks. “Mostly preparing the Grounds for Deepfrost. It should be better this year for us, with the bonfire being there.” And she’s worked hard to ensure that those in the general area outside of the warmth of the bonfire, would have enough wood to hopefully last the season that they were coming up on.

Explaining after the side effects of growing too cold, Kiada doesn’t think it would be that terrible or dangerous, but she nods all the same and flashes him a reassuring smile in between the bites as she clears her plate. “Did you know that when Fox found me last Deepfrost, I was actually sleeping in a fire?” She asks, offering a tidbit that has her laughing lightly at the memory. “I’m grateful to have the bonfire this year, to say the least.” And a home to be in from the beginning, thanks to the other Ancient and their relationship that they haven’t quite admitted feelings to yet, despite all the signs.

The realness of it is admittedly a bit frightening for her.

kiada

/// but now they'll have to get through me
my love should wear a warning sign, damn right i remember you