your scars are my favorite part

KIADA

It’s a strange thing for her, given the option to do what she wanted. And before, she might have just taken it up and began, forced and molded her way into getting what she wanted. But it was different now, now for some odd reason, she was anxious about it all. Perhaps her time in the Pit had only fueled the rage parts of her for vengeance rather than life itself. She wonders what happened to the girl that had screamed at a god, once so long ago.

He reaches out for her, cupping her hips and pressing her into him before her back reaches a wall, and her icy gaze flickers slightly from the playful, predatory part of her in exchange for something a bit more hidden – a bit closer to home. She’s always been all talk in regards to this, but to actually do it is another thing. She can’t even remember the last time she had. But there’s something about his confidence that sparks her own, as his kisses trail along her jaw and that ghastly scar on her neck, that ignites her.

His next set of words only do more to fuel it. And she leans back into him as he leans into her, almost as though he’s showing her what he has to offer, and she looks up into that freckled face of his with another playful grin that cascades over her pale face. But it’s slightly different, and she tilts her head as if she’s sizing him up. “Alright, then.” She begins as if to lead him on, to think that he needs to take the charge.

But before she lets it go on too long, her arms make their way up his chest to grasp onto that harness of his and pull him into her, her lips meeting his with a small amount of more fire than there had been before. If he wants her to take charge, she will. She’s just never had the option to before. She finds it freeing. She takes the next moment to remove her shirt, to guide his hands from her hips to her breasts as she works to remove that flowing skirt of his. “Make me beg.” She purrs to him.

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield