KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
”Don’t be sorry.” She hears him say, but she’s unable to add her own voice into the mix as she tries to keep the hoarseness away, the tightness of her throat coming in waves and pulsing against a forming headache at the back of her mind from the whirlwind of emotions and exhaustion suddenly from sharing so much with him. And she hears the rest of what he says, her head tilting up to better view his face – dark brows twitching together.
He’s here for her, to hear her emotions, to help her through them, to keep her away from holing herself away in a room locked up tight until she feels like she can face the world again. Someone else to share her burden, who’s willing to, and it kills her internally to realize that she has to be that way.
So her arms lift to wrap around his neck, keeping him close as he thanks her – thanks her for what? – “You’re so strong, Chuy.” She murmurs against his chest when he kisses her forehead. “Thank you.” She offers quietly, a hiccup of breath entering her lungs as she tries to take a deeper breath, squeezing her eyes shut to try and keep the glassiness from her eyes.
He’s here for her, to hear her emotions, to help her through them, to keep her away from holing herself away in a room locked up tight until she feels like she can face the world again. Someone else to share her burden, who’s willing to, and it kills her internally to realize that she has to be that way.
So her arms lift to wrap around his neck, keeping him close as he thanks her – thanks her for what? – “You’re so strong, Chuy.” She murmurs against his chest when he kisses her forehead. “Thank you.” She offers quietly, a hiccup of breath entering her lungs as she tries to take a deeper breath, squeezing her eyes shut to try and keep the glassiness from her eyes.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
