i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
If Kiada had the choice, she’d be doing the same as he is. To live in her mountains and never have to leave, to be able to grow old and die within the very same snows and auroras that danced above the mountain tops, to spend her nights wasting away in the hot springs, overlooking a lake that never froze. But she didn’t have that luxury, not as the worlds she’s fallen into have been taken from her – ripped from her every essence.
It was difficult to get attached to anything now, and perhaps that’s what made her different from everyone else. She expected everything to disappear just as soon as it had arrived – the fact she’d been here three years meant nothing to her when she’d done the same in world after world before it too had thrown her from their realms.
So his question, the wary gleam to her gaze, the slowness with which he speaks has her pulling the paper back and leaning down to scribble on it. I might off myself if I have to sleep next to the pig farmers again. She writes easily, shooting him a small half smirk. I prefer to train while rested enough, hard to do when people talk all night. She slides the paper back, bracing her hands flat along the table – leaning a bit more toward him as she angles her head up to scan his face again, lingering on the bright blues of his eyes, the sharp cheekbones, the dark head of hair that seemed messy yet just right all the same.
It was difficult to get attached to anything now, and perhaps that’s what made her different from everyone else. She expected everything to disappear just as soon as it had arrived – the fact she’d been here three years meant nothing to her when she’d done the same in world after world before it too had thrown her from their realms.
So his question, the wary gleam to her gaze, the slowness with which he speaks has her pulling the paper back and leaning down to scribble on it. I might off myself if I have to sleep next to the pig farmers again. She writes easily, shooting him a small half smirk. I prefer to train while rested enough, hard to do when people talk all night. She slides the paper back, bracing her hands flat along the table – leaning a bit more toward him as she angles her head up to scan his face again, lingering on the bright blues of his eyes, the sharp cheekbones, the dark head of hair that seemed messy yet just right all the same.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
