We have highs and we have lows

KIADA

your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;

that you are ruined

He never shied away from her, and it was something that she appreciates more and more every day. Every dark part of her was open on a platter for him, and still he wanted to look and be a part of it all. She doesn’t know what she’s done to deserve the attention and affections he gives her, doesn’t know whether she does deserve it at all, but she swallows down all of those thoughts in favor for the idea of saying them aloud and imagining that somewhere, wherever her mother is, might have heard her apology and still smiled down upon her.

As for telling him about her? Well, she isn’t entirely sure where to start. He pulls her into a hug, soothes her worries, and she lingers in his arms, keeping her arm around his middle as soon as he releases them as she brushes her head into his chest and shifts to walk a bit – resting the side of her head against him. “She was always kind of strong, but in a way that you didn’t suspect.” She begins softly, picking through her words. “She seemed soft and kind and gentle – and she was, but… There was this part of her where if you messed with her or what she held dear, she’d fight with everything she had for it.” A soft smile crosses her face with that. She’d noticed that here too – going so far as Ascending in order to avoid being a pawn in someone’s game.

and you wonder why he lets you,

the butcher

touch him

the sun