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 —
So far, the Luxere adores Zuriel. And while the Harpy and Sword speak, exchange the small amount of an apology that Kiada wishes to give, she pauses when he offers that she doesn’t need to – something within her relieves with the admission. Because she’s here and significantly less blighted than she was before. And she’s stronger every day. And the fact that she cares, so deeply, for him and the small little family she’s been welcomed into, that she wanted to be sure the one she’s hurt the most knows it wasn’t her – not entirely.
And so she nods, watching while Auni pulls out his gifts. There’s likely more gifts within that Deimos will find throughout a thorough exploration of the bag, but those two were his favorites that he knew he had to show the man. The Luxere’s nub of a tail wiggles with excitement at Deimos’ thank you, not really understanding, but enjoying the softness of the words despite it all. And he edges a bit closer toward him, nudging the bag toward him to see what he might pull out next – but the Sword is distracted by Kiada’s own offerings.
And she steps toward him, sitting along the floor beside him and the fire as she shrugs off her jacket and hands him the basket. She has wounds from thorns, the one from Melita that’s finally beginning to heal, and the edge of the scar along her neck is significantly less black than it had once been. And she gives him a gentle smile when he inspects the gift she’s brought him. It’s no secret to her and their tiny family his fondness for such delights, and she gives him an almost knowing look before his blue gaze meets her own. “Yeah, I’ve been learning from Ama.” She says softly, though her cheeks redden slightly at the sound of pride within the reverb of his voice.
“They’re not as good as hers are, but I tried… And that’s what matters, right?” A small smile as she wraps her arms around her legs and waits for him to try one should he want to.
And so she nods, watching while Auni pulls out his gifts. There’s likely more gifts within that Deimos will find throughout a thorough exploration of the bag, but those two were his favorites that he knew he had to show the man. The Luxere’s nub of a tail wiggles with excitement at Deimos’ thank you, not really understanding, but enjoying the softness of the words despite it all. And he edges a bit closer toward him, nudging the bag toward him to see what he might pull out next – but the Sword is distracted by Kiada’s own offerings.
And she steps toward him, sitting along the floor beside him and the fire as she shrugs off her jacket and hands him the basket. She has wounds from thorns, the one from Melita that’s finally beginning to heal, and the edge of the scar along her neck is significantly less black than it had once been. And she gives him a gentle smile when he inspects the gift she’s brought him. It’s no secret to her and their tiny family his fondness for such delights, and she gives him an almost knowing look before his blue gaze meets her own. “Yeah, I’ve been learning from Ama.” She says softly, though her cheeks redden slightly at the sound of pride within the reverb of his voice.
“They’re not as good as hers are, but I tried… And that’s what matters, right?” A small smile as she wraps her arms around her legs and waits for him to try one should he want to.
— 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
