your scars are my favorite part

KIADA

At first she doesn’t notice the man behind the bar – instead too focused on the others that have gathered, the varying degrees of people that have found the same evening to spend with the ease of a drink to keep them warm in the chilled night. But as his voice comes across, rich and wonderful, it surprises her – her head shifting to face him as he speaks and gives her a rather pretty smile. She doesn’t smile back at first, instead she almost sizes him up, taking a good look at him. He’s far prettier than her usual type, and yet he seems different too.

Unlike most of the people she’s interacted with here, he doesn’t seem frightened of her, pretty or not. And well, that’s a step.

She watches as he ties up his hair and begins to make a drink, his hands making quick and precise work of the drink she requests, and when he asks what’s on her mind, she finally offers him a small smile. “A bit of this, a bit of that.” She replies almost indifferently, having not flirted in quite some time – the girl is rusty. She leans across the bar a bit and gives him a bit of a wolfish grin, toothy and predatory. “You at the moment.” She lingers for a moment before sitting back and chuckling softly to herself. "Likely that spicy drink, next."

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield