KIADA
tell the boy you love that you are too dangerous to keep
take scissors to the strings tying you to him
The rationality lingers so terribly briefly for the girl, for the thorn that had pierced her skin. She can feel it waver, feel the pain and sting of the thorn over and over again in her mind, feel the ghost of the need to destroy and ruin those roses. But she also knows she’s made a promise to be here, to see the event. She doesn’t need to go in person, doesn’t need to show her face. Part of her is afraid of what she’d do if she were in her skin and not the feathers she finds herself in.
And she soars on shaky wings, feathers trembling until she lands in the tree above the wedding, staring down with dark black and red eyes — hunting as it were, for the many that have gathered have planted those terrible roses. And well, Kiada needs to know where to strike next. But she doesn’t make a scene, does nothing other than watch, plan, and tremble in her recurring fury.
And she soars on shaky wings, feathers trembling until she lands in the tree above the wedding, staring down with dark black and red eyes — hunting as it were, for the many that have gathered have planted those terrible roses. And well, Kiada needs to know where to strike next. But she doesn’t make a scene, does nothing other than watch, plan, and tremble in her recurring fury.
do not eat, do not sleep
perfection is not obtainable
by those who are weak
by those who are weak
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
