KIADA
the harpy
’Old habits.’ What an excuse. She flashes him a cheery grin briefly, amused by the shrug and the warm smile that crosses his face – glad to see it there when she’d seen so many frown lines forming on his face in the time she’d known him here. Gods, had it been two years? Almost? Somewhere around there? Where had the time really, truly, gone? Regardless, she appreciates being included in the more intimate of information, after everything (captures and blights, faced with Zariah’s tyranny and the rebellion, faced with losing Ru’in twice and then a third when she’d been too weak to capture his soul…) he certainly deserved to be able to keep his old habits.
Some of them.
Smirking as she moves closer toward him – arms open to pull him in a tight embrace and melting when he wraps one arm around her – like the father she’d never had, the beacon of light despite his dark edges and quiet shadowed solitude. The pillar she required in a time of so much uncertainty that she’d absolutely latched onto and never quite wanted to let go. “You’re welcome!” She says chipperly, brightly into his side, burying her pale face into the crook of his arm and body.
Some of them.
Smirking as she moves closer toward him – arms open to pull him in a tight embrace and melting when he wraps one arm around her – like the father she’d never had, the beacon of light despite his dark edges and quiet shadowed solitude. The pillar she required in a time of so much uncertainty that she’d absolutely latched onto and never quite wanted to let go. “You’re welcome!” She says chipperly, brightly into his side, burying her pale face into the crook of his arm and body.
all bright things must burn
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
