your battle worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore;
/// that you are ruined ///
/// that you are ruined ///
It does come as a surprise that Hadama has asked to meet her not as a part of the Grounds government, but as herself. Such that she had agreed nearly immediately but spent the entirety of the time leading up to it trying to figure out why. Eventually, she supposed the reasoning for it mattered far little.
So here she waits, at the bar they’d chosen, dressed warmly with an orange sweater, soft and bunched around her shoulders and her curled horns adorned with a silver chain on each before they seem to vanish into the dark of her hair. She’s cut it shorter now, above her shoulders and tucked back slightly, revealing the gnarled X scar in the side of her neck that Hadama would see as she peers out the window from where she’s sitting and waiting, already with a drink for herself to sip from.
But movement (and the chime of the door) snatches the harpy’s attention, to where she brightens with the sight of the King of Torchline. “Hadama! Over here.” She waves to him as she calls over the booths, uncaring if people look. Honestly, people were likely already looking given how uncomfortable he appears, even if he’s trying to hide it well.
Her smile is bright and slightly fanged as she waits for him to sit, settling in the plush booth seat by the window with her drink cradled between her hands which only helps to make her wedding ring glint. “I'm glad you made it. I hope it wasn't too bad to get here.”
So here she waits, at the bar they’d chosen, dressed warmly with an orange sweater, soft and bunched around her shoulders and her curled horns adorned with a silver chain on each before they seem to vanish into the dark of her hair. She’s cut it shorter now, above her shoulders and tucked back slightly, revealing the gnarled X scar in the side of her neck that Hadama would see as she peers out the window from where she’s sitting and waiting, already with a drink for herself to sip from.
But movement (and the chime of the door) snatches the harpy’s attention, to where she brightens with the sight of the King of Torchline. “Hadama! Over here.” She waves to him as she calls over the booths, uncaring if people look. Honestly, people were likely already looking given how uncomfortable he appears, even if he’s trying to hide it well.
Her smile is bright and slightly fanged as she waits for him to sit, settling in the plush booth seat by the window with her drink cradled between her hands which only helps to make her wedding ring glint. “I'm glad you made it. I hope it wasn't too bad to get here.”
kiada
and you wonder why he lets you, the butcher ///
touch him, the sun ///
touch him, the sun ///
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
