it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
She’s getting better, every day. But she still can’t wash the blackness from her body, from her eyes, from her being. She feels oily and broken, and overall completely exhausted. But she’s stayed up the night prior, baking and using the tricks that Amalia has taught her, to prove to herself that she’s better. That she can do this, rein in the control she needs to become a normal person now. And in her endeavors, she puts together a few honey bear claws, adorned with chocolate snowflakes in the center of each one.
Because in the morning, she’s going on an apology trip. First stop, Deimos. The one who probably deserves it the most. She knows what she’s done, the entire time of being sick. And she knows that it’s not enough of an apology, but at least it might be something. So when morning breaks, she drifts toward the house at the end of the street, with Auni by her side – holding a bag that she doesn’t recognize, but he seems far too excited to have his companion back, and to give the gift of whatever it is back.
So with baited breath, she thinks about waiting before entering his home. To tell him who it is and wait… But no. She won’t, she opens the door and slips in, sunk in eyes searching the room for him as she closes the door behind her and the Luxere. She has bags under her eyes, and she’s far skinnier than she once had been. Her muscle no longer built up, and the veins around the scar in her neck are jet black, but she’s here and she’s better.
“Deimos? Are you home?” She calls out quietly, softly, anxiety making her shoulders sprout feathers beneath the fur scarf she wears.
Because in the morning, she’s going on an apology trip. First stop, Deimos. The one who probably deserves it the most. She knows what she’s done, the entire time of being sick. And she knows that it’s not enough of an apology, but at least it might be something. So when morning breaks, she drifts toward the house at the end of the street, with Auni by her side – holding a bag that she doesn’t recognize, but he seems far too excited to have his companion back, and to give the gift of whatever it is back.
So with baited breath, she thinks about waiting before entering his home. To tell him who it is and wait… But no. She won’t, she opens the door and slips in, sunk in eyes searching the room for him as she closes the door behind her and the Luxere. She has bags under her eyes, and she’s far skinnier than she once had been. Her muscle no longer built up, and the veins around the scar in her neck are jet black, but she’s here and she’s better.
“Deimos? Are you home?” She calls out quietly, softly, anxiety making her shoulders sprout feathers beneath the fur scarf she wears.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
