this is your sport
but she's not playing a game
He accepts her touch and it only has her pressing harder against him – the wet warm blood melding with the cool rain, steam still erupting from their heated bodies despite their bloodied clothes. Kiada presses in and in as if she might be able to try and steal the sorrow from him, to bear it herself if only so she doesn’t have to see it written all across his face. Especially as he glances back toward her and her brows pinch and frown lines form along her face, hands squeezing lightly where she holds him.
“I can help you if you want me to?” She asks softly, not wanting to impose, and if he truly did wish for her to go back home without him for the moment, she would oblige. But she has to offer to help, unable to handle the idea of leaving him out there alone if he needed her to be there. She wants to help, in whatever way she can, whether it means she helps him bury the poor creature or if it means waiting for him like a lost dog on their porch in the rain.
“I can help you if you want me to?” She asks softly, not wanting to impose, and if he truly did wish for her to go back home without him for the moment, she would oblige. But she has to offer to help, unable to handle the idea of leaving him out there alone if he needed her to be there. She wants to help, in whatever way she can, whether it means she helps him bury the poor creature or if it means waiting for him like a lost dog on their porch in the rain.
do not think you are safe because you love her
do not think she won't stain her mouth red with your blood too
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
