KIADA
ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers
& i cried like a baby when they left me
She chimes a bit of laughter at that comment, dark brows raising in quiet surprise. “Oh, so it’s my fault, then?” She asks, a small grin crossing her face as she regards him and cocks her head a small amount – quite avian like. And of course, his words reach her, and despite the easy going smirk that crosses her face – that glint to her eyes – there’s still that flush that blooms along her neck and she crosses her arms in front of her, along her chest – casually watching that grin that crosses his face.
“Could’ve acted like you enjoyed it then, hearing it.” She hums, flashing him her own playful smirk, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as she shifts her weight a bit. I did, but I assume you already knew that. A raise of her brow, a tilt of her head, a smirk that grows a hint wider as she regards him.
Two can absolutely play at this game, and perhaps it’s a bit of relief considering the terrible tragedy that occurred. But she can’t help but to play along regardless.
They both keep their space from one another, however, even if the amusement pulses from her end of the bond toward him – the enjoyment of the game they play, of the night they’d shared together, of how there’s a part of her that wonders what it might’ve been like had they indulged when he could hear – would it have changed anything?
Would it have mattered?
“Could’ve acted like you enjoyed it then, hearing it.” She hums, flashing him her own playful smirk, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as she shifts her weight a bit. I did, but I assume you already knew that. A raise of her brow, a tilt of her head, a smirk that grows a hint wider as she regards him.
Two can absolutely play at this game, and perhaps it’s a bit of relief considering the terrible tragedy that occurred. But she can’t help but to play along regardless.
They both keep their space from one another, however, even if the amusement pulses from her end of the bond toward him – the enjoyment of the game they play, of the night they’d shared together, of how there’s a part of her that wonders what it might’ve been like had they indulged when he could hear – would it have changed anything?
Would it have mattered?
& 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
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
