trade our scars

KIADA

ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers

& i cried like a baby when they left me

He breaks the silence and thank the gods he does, because words keep turning to ash on her tongue, unsure of where to even begin. But he begins it, her name a rumble in the air between them before a partial elephant in the room, something that has her moving, has her frowning, approaching the desk slowly and without a sound. “I was in the area.” She shrugs, arms flailing slightly at her sides as if she can finish the sentence without actually saying anything else.

Is she well? Not really. Noah had tried to kill her around the Sea of Glass. She doesn’t intend to stay here. “I am.” She lies, arms folding behind her back as she straightens up, takes a deep breath she doesn’t need, lets her gaze dance around the room before they land back on him again. “I wanted… To tell you that I’m leaving.” She should have asked how he was, but given the state of everything? She needed to tell him.

“I’m moving back to the Grounds. Tonight. I saw the light on in here and knew it was you. I figured the least I could do was tell you in… Person.” Her lips twitch in another frown and her gaze drops from his face – perhaps to protect herself from seeing the disappointment, the hurt.

& 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