it's exactly what it looks like

KIADA

ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers

& i cried like a baby when they left me

She effectively ignores any eyes that might be on them, shifting in her step to better hide any lip readers among the group, focusing on him when he responds. Another nod is given as she pulls her braid over her shoulder again, tucking the stray pieces that have fallen out behind her ears. “I can imagine.” She murmurs, thinking of Weaver and their training, then the original meeting between the two of them. She imagines Weaver is a nonstop kind of go person, and it’s something Kiada admires.

She focuses on him as he gives her a lopsided smile, a small crooked one crossing her own face in response, the chime of laughter slipping from her throat. “Maybe because you’re attuned and could’ve mentioned something so I didn’t have to write everything out.” She makes a show of dramatics with this before she leans in a bit closer as if she’s going to tell him a secret, before her neck flushes a small amount at the closeness, her icy gaze lingering along his face briefly.

I could’ve let you in. There’s that same flirtatious, lilting tone he’d missed out on the first night, and she leans back with a small smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows, before she glances to those who might be watching once more, to look anywhere but him.

& i bled every time somebody touched me

ok, ok, i wasn't beautiful, not even in golden light

does it really matter, anyway?

we all get swallowed eventually