[SE] golden gravity and half-forged knives

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

“Yeah.” Kia agrees warmly, a softer smile on her face with the thought of it. “They’re happy. It’s been nice.” Not that it wasn’t nice any other time, but there was a certain fondness for the Maverick that Kiada harbored and it made her happy to know that he was content and happy with something she never thought she’d imagine him doing. Perhaps it has to do with Astaroth and the way he’s shaken up a bit of Danta’s typical norms.

Either way, the conversation of Ru’s whereabouts concern her, and she pulls her attention away from Deimos to look at the trunk of the Mathair, as if remembering for a brief moment she’d brought her own offering. Dropping down while they decide, she opens the bag at her side to drop off a few talismans and glittery trinkets she thinks that the Mathair might appreciate, nestling them into her roots. “It would make sense that she did, I’d think. Let me know what you find out, though.” She murmurs before she stands, shooting him an easier smile as if it might help him.

Prospects of hunting has the bloodlust roiling under her skin, though, and she perks up immediately with the thought of it. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a glotter..” She tilts her head, dark brows bouncing playfully. “How does that sound?”

KIADA

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