KIADA
“It’s so nice.” She agrees to his admission – and perhaps a lot of the reason she finds herself drifting back to Torchline. It was warm similarly enough to the Climb but with far more people inhabiting it than just her own fellow Ancient’s that dropped by. As for Halo, she hums a soft sound of agreement, nodding. “I was born in the mountains not unlike Halo, so for a time it did feel like home.” As close to one as an Outlander can get, but she doesn’t think she needs to explain that.
Instead, she’s content to brush alongside him as they weave their way down the stairs toward the VlamVloed, flashing him an amused smile at his reasoning even if she finds it a silly idea. “Probably would make great rope, I’d imagine.” As for the rooms being webbed up, well, she can only ask and see if that’s an option – hoping not, given the attention she’d given to the entrance of the VlamVloed and how it appeared as though nothing had gotten inside.
She makes her way to the booth, shrugging out of her leather jacket to set on the seat beside her, leaving her in a tank top that does little to hide her curves or her body – or notably, the burn scars that peek their swirls over her shoulder – and when the waiter comes to take their order, she certainly notices the way the waiter’s eyes dip. It’s always been something Kiada’s flaunted, using it in ways to try and get more favorable results out of life, and she certainly doesn’t notice the way Fox seems to be ignoring what’s going on.
The Harpy, instead, leans forward a bit as if to help him hear her in turn, flashing him a fanged smile as she orders a fruity cocktail, whatever’s on the menu, before she runs a hand through her hair, pushing it back from the horns that curl along her skull, the waves of dark hair falling along the sides of her face. It’s all a show, of course, when she asks him if he has any rooms available for the night, idly hoping that it gives her the answer she’s looking for.
Instead, she’s content to brush alongside him as they weave their way down the stairs toward the VlamVloed, flashing him an amused smile at his reasoning even if she finds it a silly idea. “Probably would make great rope, I’d imagine.” As for the rooms being webbed up, well, she can only ask and see if that’s an option – hoping not, given the attention she’d given to the entrance of the VlamVloed and how it appeared as though nothing had gotten inside.
She makes her way to the booth, shrugging out of her leather jacket to set on the seat beside her, leaving her in a tank top that does little to hide her curves or her body – or notably, the burn scars that peek their swirls over her shoulder – and when the waiter comes to take their order, she certainly notices the way the waiter’s eyes dip. It’s always been something Kiada’s flaunted, using it in ways to try and get more favorable results out of life, and she certainly doesn’t notice the way Fox seems to be ignoring what’s going on.
The Harpy, instead, leans forward a bit as if to help him hear her in turn, flashing him a fanged smile as she orders a fruity cocktail, whatever’s on the menu, before she runs a hand through her hair, pushing it back from the horns that curl along her skull, the waves of dark hair falling along the sides of her face. It’s all a show, of course, when she asks him if he has any rooms available for the night, idly hoping that it gives her the answer she’s looking for.
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
don't know where we got this bad, i just wish i had you back
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
