(RQ) they say the third time's a charm

is it better to be a monster with a heart, or a human without a soul?

my hands are shaking

Maybe if the colors did affect anything it would only be what color rained down on the citizens from above. As far as she knows, though, it shouldn’t matter. They were told they needed glass, and glass is what they’re here for. So she slinks in easily, tucking her dark hair behind her ears as she waits for Neron to close the door and accompany her, flashing him a small fanged smile. “See? Easy.” She jests with a small laugh as her gaze follows his to the stained glass.

Her head tilts curiously before her gaze drifts back to Neron with a small shrug. “I’m afraid I’m no artist, though maybe it being so high up it won’t matter if I draw a stick figure?” She shakes her head, stepping past the stained glass to get the glazier’s attention who’s just now finishing up the final touches on a vase of sorts, with a gruff "be there in a minute." which has Kiada leaning against the counter, one leg crossed over the other. Before long, though not entirely a minute but a few of them, a red faced man with a red beard and dark hair arrives at the counter, wiping his hands on a towel he throws over his shoulder and casts a glance to the two of them - far more recognition given to Neron than to Kiada. "Whatcha two lookin' for?"

my knuckles are bruised

but i survived

KIADA