trade our scars

KIADA

ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers

& i cried like a baby when they left me

She could’ve snuck out in the middle of the night. She’d thought about it. She’d thought about making a quiet little disappearance back to the Grounds. But it struck her as wrong the second she saw the light in the window of the Barracks, because who else after Morgan’s death would fill that role other than the man she thinks it is.

But the truth of the matter is that she’s lost all feelings of safety here. Surely he can understand that. Surely she can meet him face to face and swallow her pride and worries to focus on giving him at least that explanation. So she does, feet dragging as she makes her way to the door of the Barracks, feeling more and more like a ghost that haunts these walls more than a person that had lived around here at all.

Knuckles rap against the door a brief second before she opens it, stepping into the room and lowering the hood over her head, her iceberg gaze lifting to see Deimos sitting at his desk, and she finds that she can’t get any words to leave her lips. And so, awkwardly, the harpy just stares.

& i bled every time somebody touched me

ok, ok, i wasn't beautiful, not even in golden light

does it really matter, anyway?

we all get swallowed eventually