better in the morning

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

Kiada’s almost as eager as Belial had been when she spots the raw meat getting moved onto the plate, and she sets a few of the cooked fries onto it alongside it (sure that it looks like quite the endeavor), but gods is she glad to be able to eat again. Life as an Ascended had been so dull and awful when everything had tasted like nothing. “Danta’s doing a lot of work, too. I’m happy with how things are going.” With all the work they all have put into it to make it theirs, only to have someone random show up and ask to put in a shrine for someone else’s gods within.

She slides into the chair he offers her and she shares some of the potatoes with him as well, nodding with a small crooked smile as she waits for him to sit with her. “It shouldn’t hurt to turn to stone. Just… I’ll need to be bathed in fire and blood.” She winces slightly as she says it though there is a smile that remains. “We can manage before it gets that far though I think? I would still love Zuriel to be there though.” Full confidence within it – wanting to believe that Dygra wouldn’t allow such parameters if it meant that she was actually in harms way.

And with that being said, she’s polite when she digs in, but she absolutely goes for the meat first.

kiada

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