dominoes of indiscretions down

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. He doesn’t shy from her touch, and for that Kiada silently thanks any gods listening (new and old Caido gods, Helovian gods, and Riftian gods) for the small mercy of that. He marches steadily, and she stands beside him like a pillar – a comforting presence of truthful apparition that won’t go easily. And when she asks him what he heard, what had made him shift like a deer in the headlights and begin to chase after like a rabbit down a hole, she wonders if it were someone that had been close to him like Ru’in was to her. And what a cruel, horrible joke that creature in the woods had done to do something like that to the both of them. Suddenly, Kiada realizes she hates the woods, and would much prefer to figure out how to destroy it or command it – that fire within her burning on hot coals rather than a blizzarding tornado of fury. But it soothes when his voice is rough and it touches the air. ’Huyana’ she hears him say, and for a moment she furrows her brows. She doesn’t recall there being someone by that name back in Helovia – but she was young then, and it was likely before her time. So she clings to him in solidarity, understanding and pain as he asks her who she heard. At least, she’s certain Deimos can remember the mismatched man she fell in love with as a child – who she’d seen parish once, to have back and only lose him once more. “Ru’in.” She utters quietly, as if Deimos needed to hear who she heard too to help keep the pain from embarrassment and frustration from becoming too much. Gods knew, she needed the distraction too. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.