behind the cellar door

For some reason, there isn’t a hint of surprise on Kiada’s face as he asked her about falling through worlds. She hadn’t told too many people, yet the reaction from him created such a curious feeling from within her. The darkness writhed with happiness, and she wore it on her face like a badge of pride. Yes, she’d fallen through world after world. Yes, she had lived. But she had still lost everything in the process. A slight laugh escapes her lips at the loud clank of his glass, though the other tavern patrons paid it little heed. Leaning closer to him – somehow like a wolf with sheep, she flashed her teeth at him in a wide grin. “Literally. Went through a Portal to the second world, the second world threw me out and I’ve been falling ever since.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear before settling back in her own way, grinning a toothy predator like grin to him. Let him think she was some kind of angel forced to live a world along mortals. If he was smart, he’d realize her teeth were just a bit too sharp and the hunger in her icy eyes were a bit too deep to be anything other than a survivor. Still, she enjoyed this. It was almost like a game to her, this interaction. And while Seiji wore it well, hiding almost everything, the surprise at the worlds comment had him slip. Kiada was good at few things, but taking advantage of slip ups were almost top of that list. She lifted her glass to finish drinking her own liquor before ordering another and folding her arms on the table, her eyes drifting to the grains of wood in the bar. “Landed here, however, and it was a bit of a strange adjustment.” She offered somewhat quietly, before turning back to Seiji with a small half smile. “Apparently there’s magic here too.” She also added in, tilting her head in a birdlike way, curious to see what his reaction to magic might be if he found it strange one could fall through worlds. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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