it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
She isn’t as heartless as she’s made herself believe she is. Too kind to let Korbin struggle alone, even if she didn’t know the man very well. Too kind to let him go off and kill himself with a cold and cruel slow death, for someone who’d only shared one night of passion with the man. But she doesn’t mention that, not in the slightest as she simply is too exhausted and focused on their conversation of the here and now. Here, Kiada sits in Chulane’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck as he cradles her cheek, as his thumb runs along her lip.
But he sighs too, and she leans into his touch a bit more, watching through an exhausted half lidded gaze as he leans forward and presses his forehead against hers, his lips brushing a kiss to her nose. “Of course I did.” She says softly, offering him a small smile before withdrawing a small amount, keeping one arm around his neck while the other reaches for the drink that he offers. And when she takes a sip of it, reflecting on Weaver, she swallows it down with all that much more appreciation.
If nothing else, at least it alleviates some of the heartache to replace it with something number.
Her sip from it might have been a bit too big of a gulp, but gods does it feel like she needs it. And when her iceberg gaze flickers back toward him at the offer of food, she runs her thumb along the side of her neck as she considers him. “I’m… Not really that hungry to be honest.” A small frown crosses her face once more. “But if you are, we could cook something up together.” Because she wants that closeness, doesn’t want to give up and remain on her own just yet.
But he sighs too, and she leans into his touch a bit more, watching through an exhausted half lidded gaze as he leans forward and presses his forehead against hers, his lips brushing a kiss to her nose. “Of course I did.” She says softly, offering him a small smile before withdrawing a small amount, keeping one arm around his neck while the other reaches for the drink that he offers. And when she takes a sip of it, reflecting on Weaver, she swallows it down with all that much more appreciation.
If nothing else, at least it alleviates some of the heartache to replace it with something number.
Her sip from it might have been a bit too big of a gulp, but gods does it feel like she needs it. And when her iceberg gaze flickers back toward him at the offer of food, she runs her thumb along the side of her neck as she considers him. “I’m… Not really that hungry to be honest.” A small frown crosses her face once more. “But if you are, we could cook something up together.” Because she wants that closeness, doesn’t want to give up and remain on her own just yet.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
