KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
She rubs along her biceps, a cloud of air in front of her as she waits for him to arrive. And surprisingly, he’s quite on time for how short of notice she’d given him. Her icy gaze flickers along his form as he enters, calling out to her with the term ‘princess’ that has a wide grin crossing her face, a roll of her eyes and a huff as she moves to meet him. “Chuy.” She replies, flashing him a grin as she prolongs the nickname out far more than it needs to be and starts to tilt her head.
But she offers him a chime of a laugh and promptly turns on her heel to head toward the section they’ll be training in. “I certainly don’t live in a princess quarters, if that’s what you’re asking.” She comments, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder and winking. “The Grounders like to talk all about their farms and things they’re missing out on back home.” As if it were any indication by the slight bags beneath her eyes, of just how much she’d heard from them in the past week or so.
She stops when she reaches the section and turns to him a bit more fully. “So what do you think about trying out our shifts, hm?”
But she offers him a chime of a laugh and promptly turns on her heel to head toward the section they’ll be training in. “I certainly don’t live in a princess quarters, if that’s what you’re asking.” She comments, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder and winking. “The Grounders like to talk all about their farms and things they’re missing out on back home.” As if it were any indication by the slight bags beneath her eyes, of just how much she’d heard from them in the past week or so.
She stops when she reaches the section and turns to him a bit more fully. “So what do you think about trying out our shifts, hm?”
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
