behind the cellar door

She watched him as he steps closer, something vaguely pricking at the back of her mind. His movements fluid and she remembered something dark – something beautiful and small, with movements like ink in water. Her head tilted as she watched him grip the glass, her eyes narrowing on him almost as though she could devour him with her gaze alone, in a flame of ice cold fire. Though a bit of surprise races through her as he speaks and suddenly the image of a dark beast with the most plain appearances wavers. Somehow she thinks he reminds her of someone in a past life – a man of quiet words, or no words to be exact, yet a hunger and curiosity of the land they’ve found themselves in. Of how when she tried to guess where he came from, since he couldn’t exactly tell her, how skeptical he became. Nearly angered. How that one rainy day she expressed her loss to him, with Khairi nearby, feeling close to him even if he couldn’t offer condolences in tongues. But as she looked deeper into her memories, she remembered a faintness of birds and a light stippling on his shoulder of wings. How she had her own wings in that world, in blades of metal that would puncture her flesh any time it was used. How she remembered the pain and the blood that dripped down her back. The scars still remained, she was certain. Every other scar had. But that was a lifetime ago, and this place was new. Perhaps she was putting a face to a memory to make it easier to deal with? Her head tilted toward him as he smiled a brilliant smile. “Pleased to meet you.” She said to him easily, turning to face the bar again and lean against the wood. As he expressed that he was new and asked if she lived here, she offered a small smile back to him. “I’m new too, but yes. I live here now. Fell through a good number of worlds to find this place. Not sure how I ended up here. It’s called Caido from what I’ve gathered so far.” She shrugged her shoulders lightly, turning back to him with a roguish smile that could be taken in a multitude of ways. “Where did you come from?” She questioned with a tilt of her head again, her dark hair falling over her shoulder and showing a bit of that deep scarring on the side of her neck. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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