KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
Her body aches with each clench of a muscle as she grapples for the staff, but she doesn’t take into account how strong Melita is. It’s like a childish game of tug of war, despite Melita remaining on the floor. She grits her teeth, grinding them against one another as she pulls more, trying to figure out when she should give in and give up. She doesn’t get much chance to decide, as the reminiscent smack of the staff along her stomach and chest begin to welt, her grip loosens slightly on the staff as Melita’s legs swing out and catch her by the ankle, and the Harpy falls back and away from the honeycomb child.
She tries to hold onto the staff again as she does, but she’s unsuccessful, feeling it slip from her fingers as she falls. But she knows she’s left wide open as her back hits the ground with a hard thud, and her hands splay out at her sides. Her right hand lands on something though, and she grabs it (finding it out to be her discarded staff). She grabs it for dear life, preparing to use it for some kind of defense, wondering if Melita would be finished now or if they’d be even.
Though she knows they could never truly be even, they could at least be tolerable of one another. She hopes deep down that one day perhaps the two of them could be – with more time and masks of the pain pushed away. Perhaps if Melita sees how hard she’s working here to avoid the same mistakes, she might think differently of the Harpy, 'Protector'.
She tries to hold onto the staff again as she does, but she’s unsuccessful, feeling it slip from her fingers as she falls. But she knows she’s left wide open as her back hits the ground with a hard thud, and her hands splay out at her sides. Her right hand lands on something though, and she grabs it (finding it out to be her discarded staff). She grabs it for dear life, preparing to use it for some kind of defense, wondering if Melita would be finished now or if they’d be even.
Though she knows they could never truly be even, they could at least be tolerable of one another. She hopes deep down that one day perhaps the two of them could be – with more time and masks of the pain pushed away. Perhaps if Melita sees how hard she’s working here to avoid the same mistakes, she might think differently of the Harpy, 'Protector'.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
