i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
Her question, as awkward and strange as it had been, goes answered easily as though there’s little to no judgement from Hotaru about how it had been worded. And for that small mercy, she manages a bright smile despite the sorrow and guilt, the grief that overcomes her every time she meets those two-toned eyes. Instead, she leans into the touch that Hotaru gives, listening diligently like the child she wishes she was, not a battle hardened woman.
She thinks that she’s just happy to be held and loved, so deeply.
There’s a blink of surprise, however, as Hotaru tells her she’s been here less than a day and has managed to seek her out. But who? Who had told her? Her mind immediately flits toward Deimos, because he’s the only one she considers who would know the two of them. But when the words fall from Hotaru’s lips, something within her softens toward her mother. And perhaps, an attempt at a relationship might be necessary, if only for this small gift.
Still, her eyes soften as she looks at Hotaru and manages another small smile. “I’m glad she told you.” She says lightly, pushing past the sadness of the last few minutes. “Last time I saw her I fought with her a bit.” She admits, a small amount of shame cascading over her. Perhaps the Penumbra had changed, and Kiada was too blinded by the blight, guilt, grief to have noticed? She doesn’t know. But she makes a note to try and be better, to do better. To give her a chance.
But the question drifts toward her, and Kiada looks back up to Hotaru’s face as she thinks on it. “Almost a year.” It’s soft, but it’s there. An admittance to the amount of time she’s been in this godforsaken place. And the events that had been witnessed from it. “I went from Helovia, to the Rift, and Kisamoa threw us all out after some time. I went to another place, but only for a moment, before I was sucked into here.” She explains.
She thinks that she’s just happy to be held and loved, so deeply.
There’s a blink of surprise, however, as Hotaru tells her she’s been here less than a day and has managed to seek her out. But who? Who had told her? Her mind immediately flits toward Deimos, because he’s the only one she considers who would know the two of them. But when the words fall from Hotaru’s lips, something within her softens toward her mother. And perhaps, an attempt at a relationship might be necessary, if only for this small gift.
Still, her eyes soften as she looks at Hotaru and manages another small smile. “I’m glad she told you.” She says lightly, pushing past the sadness of the last few minutes. “Last time I saw her I fought with her a bit.” She admits, a small amount of shame cascading over her. Perhaps the Penumbra had changed, and Kiada was too blinded by the blight, guilt, grief to have noticed? She doesn’t know. But she makes a note to try and be better, to do better. To give her a chance.
But the question drifts toward her, and Kiada looks back up to Hotaru’s face as she thinks on it. “Almost a year.” It’s soft, but it’s there. An admittance to the amount of time she’s been in this godforsaken place. And the events that had been witnessed from it. “I went from Helovia, to the Rift, and Kisamoa threw us all out after some time. I went to another place, but only for a moment, before I was sucked into here.” She explains.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
