[SE] golden gravity and half-forged knives

we've been living on a fault line
and for a while, you were all mine

The rain was one thing – the screaming rain on the other hand was new, and it was something that Kiada had realized immediately was jarring the second she left the Hollowed Grounds to come and meet Deimos here. Quietly grateful to leave that portion behind, she drifts through the Greatwood’s paths toward the Mathair, relishing in the fact that it wasn’t screaming here yet, and as she jostles the bag over her shoulder to situate it just right, she finds she can’t wait to get there to delve into the cider she’d brought with – something she’d picked up in the Grounds that she’s sure Deimos might appreciate just as much.

It’s almost like the Greatwood takes pity on her, though, perhaps for the past things she’d endured here – because she arrives swiftly, hair swept back and horns curling around her ears with a bright grin aimed at Deimos as she hurries her steps to meet him with a bright and tight hug. “Hey you!” She chimes right before she collides with him.

KIADA

i've spent a lifetime giving you my heart,
i swear that i'll be yours forever, till forever falls apart