From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Deimos wouldn’t deny the ease settling over his shoulders. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been there; he was far too used to coiling amidst the trepidation and restlessness, forging onward without ceasing or stopping, no pause, no intervals to breath. But for these quiet moments, after tournaments, after near-deaths and demises, after pain and onslaught, after no forthcoming information, after births and renewals…he could release some of the burden away.
Maybe he was becoming more adept at it, or simply had a place to revel in the comforts, the sanctity, the sanctuary they’d carved and built for themselves. Gone were the days where he would drift alone and suffer in the immense pressure of his own making – and so there they were, loved and cherished and not lost.
Erebos had already been in the makeshift bouncer once or twice before, and he couldn’t help but laugh as the youth kicked his legs about, leaving the multitudes to rattle, Belial to hover, and Deimos on the floor beside the baby, long legs outstretched, beginning to create facets of Deepfrost décor. He’d already started on one set of lights, combining elements, hues, and colors to give them a softer ambience, a signature glow, for future footholds either around the house (out of a baby’s grasp) or amidst the outside. “I will leave you to the decorating,” he surmised, with a mischievous glance towards the Evergreen; since they knew full well his aspects were Spartan at best.
Oh, Evie is already well underway with the decorations. They're stored in one common area, neatly boxed and labeled, and as Deimos worked on the lights she begins pulling them out one by one and transporting them into the living room. Deimos' laugh and the faint sound of the bouncer has her peering her head around the corner as she comes through the doorframe, grin already forming. Micah bounds out from behind her, intent on joining the fray and the eye-catching amusements of Erebos' bouncing.
"That may be for the best," she teases in return, popping open one of the boxes and beginning to pull out a garland of evergreen proportions. It draws Micah's mischievous gaze back to her, and she narrows her eyes playfully back at him - only to then tickle Deimos' cheek with the end of it as she passes by, eyeing the top of the bookshelf where she intends to hang it.
Come meet me at the comedown When no one's talkin' about you at all
For that chord alone, he unfurled some Air incantations to thread through the décor and unravel some portions from her hands. Where teasing and taunting went hand in hand, he winked with the signature juvenile wrinkle to his nose, threading through another set of lights. While Erebos occupied himself wholly with the bouncer, the Sword’s eyes followed Evie’s path amidst the bookshelf, where he’d placed the custom made Tumsea Trophy from the tournament, pondering the next portion of jocular intentions.
He snorted at the tickling ends, deciding upon options and furtive measures rather than anything else for the moment. He knew and understood her taste and flair for gossip, news, and announcements, and pondering over which to pick and choose. In the end, he’d let her snag whichever pierced her mind first – eventually she’d have both. “I heard some interesting news from Fox during the tournament, and Safrin recently,” he began, brow arching, waiting to see her reaction before continuing.
"Hey!" Evie's objection is weakened by her laugh, telekinesis snagging at the portions his magic disrupts to lift them back into place since she can't reach them physically fast enough. She has to use the step stool to hang the garland, but it's still novel to be able to climb it when she'd resorted to either magical use or Deimos' help for her pregnancy, overly cautious and paranoid of any potential harm. She's not back to her normal athleticism, but her body is nearly the same - thank the gods for magic, regardless of how they view it.
Deimos knows exactly what her weaknesses are, and she turns over her shoulder with eyes rapt like a hawk's in the middle of hanging a piece of the garland on the corner of the bookcase. "From both?" She's almost offended he hasn't told her already, but they've been understandably busy. Her hands work while she keeps eye contact, the straightforward presentation allowing her to split her focus. "Tell me about Fox first." Might as well lead into the herald-level news.
Come meet me at the comedown When no one's talkin' about you at all
Pretenses were vital – though any of their diabolical means were shortened the moment she objected and he snorted, watching as she replaced and returned the section. Erebos kicked and flailed his legs for another juncture, and Deimos shook his head, content and peaceful, amidst soft, muted lights, and the expanse of family, of things they’d all grown and nurtured and strived for, surrounding the surface of these small, precious moments.
Which he then turned into quiet bouts of gossip and intrigue, because he knew she loved it, and it amused him to see her eyes narrow into something raptorial; the bait and lure and traps set. How she often few directly into the snare, and seemed to yearn for it all the more. He laughed again, creating another sanction of the bulbs, more green than amber this time, head tilting vaguely as if trying to recall or recollect the moment. He wouldn’t have to; he’d remember it regardless, but it was in effort of the tease, the thrill of her chase. “He approached me during the tournament, to ask for my blessing. He plans to ask Kiada for her hand in marriage.” From there, a wry little grin appeared in the corners of his mouth, and his gaze landed upon her, intending to gauge the reaction.
