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 —
As she speaks of the Basin, she settles into the nostalgia that crosses over her. It’s a welcome feeling to the numbness of before, something else to focus on, glancing toward the ceiling briefly as she recalls the aurora before her head is lowering to grant him all of the rest of her focus. She asks of his home, taking a small sip from the drink in her hand. “Oooh.” A quiet musing to the mention of the australis borealis – it makes sense, she supposes, that there’d be similar things in other worlds.
None of them were the same from where she came from, much to her disappointment.
But she listens more, of how he’d ventured to a place much like this with the cold and frigid climate, to studying the animals – wondering absently if that’s why he attuned. And she listens when he mentions the night he was taken, she can’t recall what hers had been like, but it still intrigued her to hear about it, even as the glassiness crosses his face and she yearns to help him more.
Instead, all she can do is nestle in a bit closer, offering him a small smile of understanding, because there’s really nothing else she can do. They can’t go back. Instead, her hand runs along his cheek now, offering him a gentle smile before she settles in a bit more once again. “I think they’re in progress.” She hums to him, lifting the drink in a small mock toast. “Your home sounds nice. I’ll admit I’m not much one for excessive heat, though.” She offers, trying to lighten the mood a bit, head tilting slightly.
None of them were the same from where she came from, much to her disappointment.
But she listens more, of how he’d ventured to a place much like this with the cold and frigid climate, to studying the animals – wondering absently if that’s why he attuned. And she listens when he mentions the night he was taken, she can’t recall what hers had been like, but it still intrigued her to hear about it, even as the glassiness crosses his face and she yearns to help him more.
Instead, all she can do is nestle in a bit closer, offering him a small smile of understanding, because there’s really nothing else she can do. They can’t go back. Instead, her hand runs along his cheek now, offering him a gentle smile before she settles in a bit more once again. “I think they’re in progress.” She hums to him, lifting the drink in a small mock toast. “Your home sounds nice. I’ll admit I’m not much one for excessive heat, though.” She offers, trying to lighten the mood a bit, head tilting slightly.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
