i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
Maybe it’s the blight. Maybe it’s the pain of nearing an anniversary of one of the worst days of her life. Maybe it’s that she can’t give up, can’t give in, and she has to do something to chase the thoughts from her head. Maybe she’s lost her mind.
She hasn’t left home in a while, venturing out only for the Lantern Festival. Venturing out to help portray Ludo in Amalia’s play. Venturing out to see the world and how much it’s changed beneath her shuddering, trembling body. She doesn’t even realize when she leaves the Hollowed Grounds, footsteps light with Auni by her side, her ever diligent companion. He lights the way for her, while the trees conceal the moon from overhead.
She does not worry of being captured again. Delah had said the woods would welcome her. And they had, as her legs take her aimlessly toward Ludo’s Woods. She spots the candles at first, heart thundering beneath her chest, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn’t know why she comes here. But the flame in her is gone, replaced by something dark, wicked, terrible. She feels gone, lost, broken and unable to be put back together.
Is it selfish for a dying girl to ask for a last wish?
She doesn’t know. But she tries anyway.
She nears the shrine, looking about the lanterns nearby, before her icy tear-glazed eyes land on the Shrine. She’s never asked for a specific god, never done it alone. She doesn’t know what to expect. She is not special, she is not chosen here. She is not Amalia, the Shield of Safrin. She is her, broken-hearted, broken spirited, but at least not empty handed.
She kneels before the shrine, Auni nudging her gently as she does so. A bag hangs from the Luxere’s neck, and with her terribly trembling hands, she reaches into it to pull out two tiny dolls of sorts – a Luxere like Auni, who’s antlers cast a gilt glow among the lanterns. A Ludo, like the puppet she had played. And she sets the small fabric dolls on the Shrine, looking down to the chilled, damp earth.
“Ludo… if you are out there, I am wondering if…” She pauses, eyes shutting tight despite the tremble of her voice. “If there is a way I can speak to him again?” Her hands shake, but she fists them into her bundles of furs, head downcast, eyes dark as a tear falls. “To see him, to touch him, to answer his question?” She stumbles over the words, but she doesn’t care – Auni nuzzles her cheek. “Ru’in.” She adds, despite biting back the sob that wishes to escape.
SO SORRY THIS GOT LONG. Anyway, she's asking for Ludo to see if there's a way she can see Ru'in again.
She hasn’t left home in a while, venturing out only for the Lantern Festival. Venturing out to help portray Ludo in Amalia’s play. Venturing out to see the world and how much it’s changed beneath her shuddering, trembling body. She doesn’t even realize when she leaves the Hollowed Grounds, footsteps light with Auni by her side, her ever diligent companion. He lights the way for her, while the trees conceal the moon from overhead.
She does not worry of being captured again. Delah had said the woods would welcome her. And they had, as her legs take her aimlessly toward Ludo’s Woods. She spots the candles at first, heart thundering beneath her chest, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn’t know why she comes here. But the flame in her is gone, replaced by something dark, wicked, terrible. She feels gone, lost, broken and unable to be put back together.
Is it selfish for a dying girl to ask for a last wish?
She doesn’t know. But she tries anyway.
She nears the shrine, looking about the lanterns nearby, before her icy tear-glazed eyes land on the Shrine. She’s never asked for a specific god, never done it alone. She doesn’t know what to expect. She is not special, she is not chosen here. She is not Amalia, the Shield of Safrin. She is her, broken-hearted, broken spirited, but at least not empty handed.
She kneels before the shrine, Auni nudging her gently as she does so. A bag hangs from the Luxere’s neck, and with her terribly trembling hands, she reaches into it to pull out two tiny dolls of sorts – a Luxere like Auni, who’s antlers cast a gilt glow among the lanterns. A Ludo, like the puppet she had played. And she sets the small fabric dolls on the Shrine, looking down to the chilled, damp earth.
“Ludo… if you are out there, I am wondering if…” She pauses, eyes shutting tight despite the tremble of her voice. “If there is a way I can speak to him again?” Her hands shake, but she fists them into her bundles of furs, head downcast, eyes dark as a tear falls. “To see him, to touch him, to answer his question?” She stumbles over the words, but she doesn’t care – Auni nuzzles her cheek. “Ru’in.” She adds, despite biting back the sob that wishes to escape.
SO SORRY THIS GOT LONG. Anyway, she's asking for Ludo to see if there's a way she can see Ru'in again.
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
