KIADA
ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers
& i cried like a baby when they left me
Nobody could bring him back for her – but there was the saying, third times the charm right? Perhaps if she could slip away in the crevices and folds, into another world, he might be waiting for her there. But in order to do that, she’d have to leave this one, and she doesn’t know what hurts more. The possibility, the wanting, the yearning, or giving up what she already has. She has Deimos. She has Amalia. She even has her mother, in a strange way. And yet… Yet, she begins to feel guilty.
Begins to feel as though she’s thinking that they are not enough, even if she knows that it’s a silly thought to think. It saddens her further, and she lets her icy, glassy gaze land on Deimos once more as he offers his hand. He could make it for her, he could create it, and she could live with the memories of it. Her trembling hand lifts again with the charm, absently biting down on her lower lip with her teeth to keep from trembling as she sets it in his hand.
“Please.” She asks him, unable to say more for the moment until she takes a haggard breath and wants to crawl into herself. “Can we… Keep the fox on it?” She asks once more, unable to part with the face of the fox she’d fallen asleep to while staring at. While dreaming of futures that weren’t possible anymore. While sleeping alone and waking alone, again and again, night after night.
Begins to feel as though she’s thinking that they are not enough, even if she knows that it’s a silly thought to think. It saddens her further, and she lets her icy, glassy gaze land on Deimos once more as he offers his hand. He could make it for her, he could create it, and she could live with the memories of it. Her trembling hand lifts again with the charm, absently biting down on her lower lip with her teeth to keep from trembling as she sets it in his hand.
“Please.” She asks him, unable to say more for the moment until she takes a haggard breath and wants to crawl into herself. “Can we… Keep the fox on it?” She asks once more, unable to part with the face of the fox she’d fallen asleep to while staring at. While dreaming of futures that weren’t possible anymore. While sleeping alone and waking alone, again and again, night after night.
& i bled every time somebody touched me
ok, ok, i wasn't beautiful, not even in golden light
does it really matter, anyway?
we all get swallowed eventually
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
