i am afraid that if i open myself
i will not stop pouring
“You got time for more pointers?” She calls out to him, arriving in a breeze that slips past the guards that warm their hands – the Harpy no longer relying on furs or warmth from flame to keep her from shivering in the night. No, the only reason she truly shivered now was more mentally than anything. She’s dressed in training leathers, no furs to be found, a bow slung around her shoulder with a quiver she’d picked up, fixed the both of them (the bow had a bad string that she got for quite a good deal in the market), and she’d ended up here.
Of course she knows that he’s here – where else would he be? He was the type to stick to the plans he’s made, the routines – she’s familiar with that. Routines to keep things running smoothly mentally, because even if everything else fell apart, it was the one thing you could control. And so, she controls it this time – invading his time with her presence, positive that he wouldn’t dare complain about it.
So for now, she slides up in front of another target, not the one that he diligently works on, and she begins to stretch out her arms and torso, sure that it didn’t matter but it was habit at the end of the day that made it easier for her to dive into it. A routine.
An arrow is pulled, nocked, and she takes into account the advice he had given her last time and lets her eyes guide her shot. And then she lets go, hoping to see the arrow thud deep into the dummy.
Of course she knows that he’s here – where else would he be? He was the type to stick to the plans he’s made, the routines – she’s familiar with that. Routines to keep things running smoothly mentally, because even if everything else fell apart, it was the one thing you could control. And so, she controls it this time – invading his time with her presence, positive that he wouldn’t dare complain about it.
So for now, she slides up in front of another target, not the one that he diligently works on, and she begins to stretch out her arms and torso, sure that it didn’t matter but it was habit at the end of the day that made it easier for her to dive into it. A routine.
An arrow is pulled, nocked, and she takes into account the advice he had given her last time and lets her eyes guide her shot. And then she lets go, hoping to see the arrow thud deep into the dummy.
why do i fear becoming a river?
what mountain gave me such shame?
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
