do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
The sharp tone of Deimos’ ‘who are you’ goes above her head as she rolls with all of the pain and sorrow of what the days news has brought. She can’t find it in herself to answer for him, thankful when Chulane answers for himself. And at this point, she’s bounding toward Deimos, pressing herself into him as if she might be able to absorb some of his guilt – gods knew she had enough guilt of her own too – and the quiet broken half sobbed attuned bond’s apology is met with a stalwart, quiet and just as painful response. How? How could you possibly know it would do that? How could he think that he could know everything?
But she doesn’t question it as she remains pressed into his embrace, as Chuy behind her explains what else happened in Halo and Kiada quietly lets the tears rack through her body into his embrace. She lets them go for a few moments, before she composes herself a small amount, sniffling and swallowing down the pain again. “A white dragon.” Comes her muffled amends, trying to compose herself enough through the pain of everything toppled on top of one another.
And when she pulls away ever so slightly, she remains in his arms, her head lifting up to look at Deimos’ face. “After the Palace attack and Weaver’s death… It went to some sort of normal... We left as soon as we could.” It helps, keeping her attention on everything else other than her own pain, stuffing it down in an attempt to try and push it away to focus on in the darkness of night.
But she doesn’t question it as she remains pressed into his embrace, as Chuy behind her explains what else happened in Halo and Kiada quietly lets the tears rack through her body into his embrace. She lets them go for a few moments, before she composes herself a small amount, sniffling and swallowing down the pain again. “A white dragon.” Comes her muffled amends, trying to compose herself enough through the pain of everything toppled on top of one another.
And when she pulls away ever so slightly, she remains in his arms, her head lifting up to look at Deimos’ face. “After the Palace attack and Weaver’s death… It went to some sort of normal... We left as soon as we could.” It helps, keeping her attention on everything else other than her own pain, stuffing it down in an attempt to try and push it away to focus on in the darkness of night.
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
