do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
He meets her halfway and she wonders if it’s too much to break the distance and hug him, a happier twist to the last hug they’d had when she’d parted from his side and watchful eye – seeking out her own safety, feeling it unfit within Halo where so many were on the side of the Old Gods.
She hadn’t died, though, and feels as though she’d managed to figure out her own post-war survival, evident in the way that she knows his calculated gaze takes in the changes. It’s not a secret she can keep long (nor did she want to, given she’d already let so much slip in the means of tasting the treats he’d given her). What she doesn’t expect, however, is the conversation to shift to a few of the trauma’s that she’d been unaware of – figuring herself out – suddenly feeling guilty at not being around.
Her head lowers and she puffs out a quiet sigh, sorrow streaking through her for her aunt. “Oh... No, that's horrible.” She whispers softly, frowning hard, before stepping forward and abandoning all else to envelope him in a tight hug, the first of which to acknowledge her change. Instead of where cold and metal and synthetic skin might have sat, she’s warm for the first time since before she’d died.
And with her head pressed against his chest and arms tight around him she exhales a soft sigh. “The Voice is gone, which I’m sure you know. So… Instead of trying to deal with that I sought out the new god that rose from it… One of the Ancients that the rumor mill has been churning out.” She pulls back slightly, letting her gaze scan his face, calculating and curious how he might take it. “I can feel and taste again. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
She hadn’t died, though, and feels as though she’d managed to figure out her own post-war survival, evident in the way that she knows his calculated gaze takes in the changes. It’s not a secret she can keep long (nor did she want to, given she’d already let so much slip in the means of tasting the treats he’d given her). What she doesn’t expect, however, is the conversation to shift to a few of the trauma’s that she’d been unaware of – figuring herself out – suddenly feeling guilty at not being around.
Her head lowers and she puffs out a quiet sigh, sorrow streaking through her for her aunt. “Oh... No, that's horrible.” She whispers softly, frowning hard, before stepping forward and abandoning all else to envelope him in a tight hug, the first of which to acknowledge her change. Instead of where cold and metal and synthetic skin might have sat, she’s warm for the first time since before she’d died.
And with her head pressed against his chest and arms tight around him she exhales a soft sigh. “The Voice is gone, which I’m sure you know. So… Instead of trying to deal with that I sought out the new god that rose from it… One of the Ancients that the rumor mill has been churning out.” She pulls back slightly, letting her gaze scan his face, calculating and curious how he might take it. “I can feel and taste again. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
