i am afraid that if i open myself
i will not stop pouring
She still bears those scars. Still bears the licking fire up her spine, the marred flesh that would never leave. But in place of it, in place of the armor that wounded her time and time again, she’s gotten something smooth, that extended along her skin, that was still a part of her. It was… Kind, all things considered. An easy shielding mechanism that didn’t cause her pain, that didn’t remind her of the things that had tried to kill her or succeeded.
She pauses as she goes to withdraw another arrow, allowing time to think over the answer she plans to give to Deimos. And once it has come to mind, all she can think of is the Kaos amulet. It draws her attention back toward the Sword when he speaks, offering a soft nod. “The one use would be great.” She offers, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief, hoping that it simply breaks rather than explodes.
She takes her stance again, sending the arrow out into the dummy, watching as it shears the feathered end of one of the arrows in its puncture. “If you don’t mind.” She tacks on at the end, casting a glance back toward Deimos.
She pauses as she goes to withdraw another arrow, allowing time to think over the answer she plans to give to Deimos. And once it has come to mind, all she can think of is the Kaos amulet. It draws her attention back toward the Sword when he speaks, offering a soft nod. “The one use would be great.” She offers, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief, hoping that it simply breaks rather than explodes.
She takes her stance again, sending the arrow out into the dummy, watching as it shears the feathered end of one of the arrows in its puncture. “If you don’t mind.” She tacks on at the end, casting a glance back toward Deimos.
why do i fear becoming a river?
what mountain gave me such shame?
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
