KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
He grins at her and she flashes him a warm one back – wondering if perhaps her penchant of knowing so many people one way or another was a problem. But she trusts him entirely and she trusts him to tell her if there is an issue with it, but she can’t detect anything in the smile he sends her way. So instead, she focuses on elaborating on everyone invited that she knows is coming.
Glancing back toward the pitched roof that grows taller and bigger the closer they get, Kiada’s gaze slides over to Fox’s as she squeezes his hand, finding that warm smile twist apologetically, the ruffle of his hair giving it a more windswept appearance that has her curling into him a bit more when he speaks next. There’s a pinch in her brow that softens as she nods. “I don’t think that.” She clarifies softly, still guiding him along toward the entrance of the Sparkbird’s Nest. “I figure a lot of who I know, you know too.” Minus the hunters, of course, ones she’s heard about but hasn’t directly met between his trips out and her remaining back home to deal with regional paperwork.
But the air is almost somber with the admission and suddenly she feels this yawning gap in her that has her pressing her cheek to his shoulder again, careful to make sure her ruby veined black horns don’t knock into him too hard. “I was going to ask if you wanted to bring the lanterns..?” It’s a softer question, one that has her gaze focusing wholly on him as she pauses them once they reach the porch – having this private conversation before they fully delve into the warmth of the Sparkbird’s Nest. “We’ll have plenty of room.” And hopefully the idea wasn't as sad as it sounded out loud.
Glancing back toward the pitched roof that grows taller and bigger the closer they get, Kiada’s gaze slides over to Fox’s as she squeezes his hand, finding that warm smile twist apologetically, the ruffle of his hair giving it a more windswept appearance that has her curling into him a bit more when he speaks next. There’s a pinch in her brow that softens as she nods. “I don’t think that.” She clarifies softly, still guiding him along toward the entrance of the Sparkbird’s Nest. “I figure a lot of who I know, you know too.” Minus the hunters, of course, ones she’s heard about but hasn’t directly met between his trips out and her remaining back home to deal with regional paperwork.
But the air is almost somber with the admission and suddenly she feels this yawning gap in her that has her pressing her cheek to his shoulder again, careful to make sure her ruby veined black horns don’t knock into him too hard. “I was going to ask if you wanted to bring the lanterns..?” It’s a softer question, one that has her gaze focusing wholly on him as she pauses them once they reach the porch – having this private conversation before they fully delve into the warmth of the Sparkbird’s Nest. “We’ll have plenty of room.” And hopefully the idea wasn't as sad as it sounded out loud.
heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
