wound relentlessly

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. The Harpy realizes he has no idea what to do as she wraps herself around one half of him, and Auni wraps himself around the other half, fully encircling the Reaper with solidarity. And as she speaks to him, the honesty flowing from her lips and blossoming as if she too could believe it, she wonders what he thinks of it all. To be reborn, to have those memories of a fragmented different reality, to shift between each section like walking from dream to dream. The only way she knew this was real was because of him and the reality that Kiada believes she’s there with him. She can touch him and speak to him, and believe him. And she knows he is not a ghost. Suddenly, he laughs, and her head lifts to look upon him in his fractured state. He speaks of suffering and she nods, despite the fact he wasn’t lifting his own head to meet her iceberg gaze. She believes it too, for all the things she’s done in her life and the things she’s done wrong. She believes that she at least has been made to suffer consequences from world to world. But she’d only ever known the great things about the Reaper. And she can’t seem to understand what kind of transgressions he’s made against the world that they would cause him to suffer too. But she holds him tight regardless, eyes lowering as her fiery nature brushes up against his dark brooding composure. She wishes to be the light in the dark, the flame to spark the change in him from wallowing to foreboding – like he had been when she first set eyes on him as a small child. She hopes he realizes that he can be something more too, something different perhaps, but something more. And she wishes to be there with him on his journey. His head lifts, and her eyes flicker across his rough face as he tilts it to the side and addresses her. As he tells her that her mother lives here too, her eyes widen a fraction before she shakes her head and gives him a smirk. “You’re a liar.” She says, and she laughs. Because she refuses to believe that the Siren could make it here too – and if she did she had to be some sort of old hag by now. Tired and exhausted after chasing a million of her siblings. The thought induces another laugh before she shakes her head to him again. “You’ve come back with humor I see.” She taunts him with a wink before letting her arms fall from him as she kneels in the earth beside him. but i flicker from time to time.