your battle worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore;
/// that you are ruined ///
/// that you are ruined ///
Her smile lingers on her face as the Tidebreaker approaches, taking a seat and immediately looks to be more relaxed. Kiada sits forward a bit, legs crossing at the ankles as she tucks them under the lip of the booth to rest her arms on the top of the table with her drink cradled between her hands. “Oh good. It can kinda end up like a maze down here.” She says with a knowing smile, fanged and gentle that’s soon hidden behind the sip of the drink.
She doesn’t ask immediately why he’d asked to meet, figuring that he’d get around to it. If she knew anything from his letters, Hadama tended to be straight and to the point more often than not. “You’re welcome.” She chimes softly, her iceberg gaze snapping to the basket that’s offered that she immediately abandons her glass to take. Inside, she finds the stunning goblets inlayed with gemstones that sparkle and shine in the din of the establishment. She brightens as she lifts one out of the basket to let it shine. “This is really nice. Thank you!” She hums, letting her fingertips trail along the metal and gemstones as her gaze flits back up with a softer smile. “Thanks for helping out where you did, too. Sorry we couldn’t be of more help to you in your region, but from what I could tell Torchline had things pretty handled.” A compliment, to be sure.
She doesn’t ask immediately why he’d asked to meet, figuring that he’d get around to it. If she knew anything from his letters, Hadama tended to be straight and to the point more often than not. “You’re welcome.” She chimes softly, her iceberg gaze snapping to the basket that’s offered that she immediately abandons her glass to take. Inside, she finds the stunning goblets inlayed with gemstones that sparkle and shine in the din of the establishment. She brightens as she lifts one out of the basket to let it shine. “This is really nice. Thank you!” She hums, letting her fingertips trail along the metal and gemstones as her gaze flits back up with a softer smile. “Thanks for helping out where you did, too. Sorry we couldn’t be of more help to you in your region, but from what I could tell Torchline had things pretty handled.” A compliment, to be sure.
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
