when you learn that the road to hell
is paved with more than just good intentions;
is paved with more than just good intentions;
Despite having been here before, she’s still used to the way the Bone Bridges looked before the war happened. Back when there was only the one that you had to traverse, and not this maze of different bridges spanning across the broken earth of the Hollowed Ground. And while she imagined she’d hate coming back here, the changes have made it… Comfortable, almost. Like living in a new place with bits and pieces of the past.
And she’d looked for Chulane, now that she’s realized she intends to spend a bit more time here (totally not because of a certain someone, cough cough), she’s found that he’s moved away from the dreariness the Grounds had. And with that comes another breath of fresh air. It’s easier for her to walk around without the worry that she might stumble across him and have to explain, and it’s necessary too for her to be able to focus on getting her life back on some kind of track.
It's snowing and the bridges are chilled and slick thanks to the water beneath them, and Kiada’s still cold as hell despite having the jacket Deimos has made her. She keeps it tight around her, standing on one end of the bridge, peering down the length of it as if debating if it were empty enough for her to start training in the hopes of upping her body temperature. For now, though, she stands there sluggish and slow, hair pulled up and clean and free of any odd blemishes except the dark bruised bite mark on the side of her neck opposite to the scarred X, essentially jogging in place to try and raise her heartbeat and blood pressure.
And she’d looked for Chulane, now that she’s realized she intends to spend a bit more time here (totally not because of a certain someone, cough cough), she’s found that he’s moved away from the dreariness the Grounds had. And with that comes another breath of fresh air. It’s easier for her to walk around without the worry that she might stumble across him and have to explain, and it’s necessary too for her to be able to focus on getting her life back on some kind of track.
It's snowing and the bridges are chilled and slick thanks to the water beneath them, and Kiada’s still cold as hell despite having the jacket Deimos has made her. She keeps it tight around her, standing on one end of the bridge, peering down the length of it as if debating if it were empty enough for her to start training in the hopes of upping her body temperature. For now, though, she stands there sluggish and slow, hair pulled up and clean and free of any odd blemishes except the dark bruised bite mark on the side of her neck opposite to the scarred X, essentially jogging in place to try and raise her heartbeat and blood pressure.
KIADA
you are not heads or tails;
you are the coin
you are the coin
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
