be

this is your sport

but she's not playing a game

“I love terrible jokes.” She says with another little laugh, still high pitched before she takes a deep breath and reaches up to swipe at her eyes as if staving off the inevitable, but there is a sheen in her gaze as she blinks the tears away, reaching down to try the ring on only to find that it fits and it’s stunning on top of that, while she tumbles down to meet him in a heap on the floor.

Her brows pinch despite the smile that blooms on her face and she nuzzles into his touch as he tucks the lock of hair behind her ear, pressing a soft ghost of a kiss back as she loops her arms around his neck, clinging to him. “That’s assuming I’ll let you forget.” She murmurs softly, recovering from the emotional outbursts that she’s much more used to hiding away from everyone, but she supposes now is a good time to start sharing the load.

She leans in again to press another chaste kiss to his lips, fingers threading through the dark hair at the base of his neck. “Kiada Sinclair has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” She asks in a soft whisper against his lips, her own twisting into a tender smile.

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