i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
Oh, good news they certainly bring. She trails after Deimos with Auni in tow, far more like herself than she has with every passing day. She can breathe easier, think easier, and she’s so thankful for the tiniest things – the way the snow drifts from the clouds above them, the way her eyes have cleared despite the rings of black that still sit beneath them. Her mood swings are more manageable, more controllable, and when it comes to the thought of Ru’in, she has hope.
So she’s easily convinced to follow Deimos to Amalia’s, drifting in through the door after the man, and remaining silent until Deimos’ voice booms through the home, searching for the baker, leopardess, Shield, family. And her icy gaze meets Deimos’ roguish, playful one, as he seems to gesture with his raised brow for her time to speak. But Auni breaks through it first, hooves clacking excitedly along the wood of the home, despite him remaining in the same place. A small, tiny happy dance. “The roses are working.” She ultimately says out into the home, her voice clear and no longer full of the sorrow and rage that had once taken her. “And I baked something for Deimos that he said was delicious so, I think I deserve an award or something.” There’s a joke that rings out, as if her first statement wasn’t enough to prove to the Shield that she was better – this tiny jab, tiny jest is enough to convince almost everyone of her better news.
So she’s easily convinced to follow Deimos to Amalia’s, drifting in through the door after the man, and remaining silent until Deimos’ voice booms through the home, searching for the baker, leopardess, Shield, family. And her icy gaze meets Deimos’ roguish, playful one, as he seems to gesture with his raised brow for her time to speak. But Auni breaks through it first, hooves clacking excitedly along the wood of the home, despite him remaining in the same place. A small, tiny happy dance. “The roses are working.” She ultimately says out into the home, her voice clear and no longer full of the sorrow and rage that had once taken her. “And I baked something for Deimos that he said was delicious so, I think I deserve an award or something.” There’s a joke that rings out, as if her first statement wasn’t enough to prove to the Shield that she was better – this tiny jab, tiny jest is enough to convince almost everyone of her better news.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
