runaway

KIADA you love each other, you do, and here's the tragedy; it's not enough. It’s easy to forget the triumphs when everything you encounter is a battle. And Kiada has faced so many battles, that the idea of her being some sort of pillar of strength is laughable. She’s been through so much, and deep down she believes that if she were better, stronger, more powerful, that maybe she wouldn’t have to face all the hard times. She just wants to know when it ends, when the feeling of being worried about everyone she cares for will disappear and she could simply be. But what does that even feel like? What would she do? She can’t answer the questions, and instead numbingly nods to Deimos, not even wiping the rogue tears that streak down her pale cheeks to drip from her chin. “I don’t want to be alone.” She whispers back. She knows they’re with her, but they’re gone. Khairi, too, taking a piece of her soul wherever he’s gone. She has a piece of him left every time she shifts into the pale bird and takes to the sky, but it’s not the same. It’s not his usual banter, his pride and arrogance. It’s just her and Auni, and no one else. Even Deimos and Amalia have each other, and despite the fact Kiada has them too, it’s different. She loves them so very much, she always has. From the minute Amalia embraced her when Ru’in passed, from when Deimos had rewarded her for her hard work back home. She wants to live in the past, with Ru’in there and her brother, her companions and family, when things were simpler and less painful. Would she have even continued if she knew how hard it would get? She chews on her lips, red tinged eyes glancing toward Deimos’ face as he mentions they can’t forget the present. But what was there to do in the present? Constantly worry, fight, worry and fight again? The Harpy inhales a shaky breath and nods in response to him. “I am a fighter.” She insists, despite the defeat in her voice. It’s all she’s ever known. She’s fought and survived, cursed out a god numerous times and lived, even saved his life once upon a time. And yet… Yet all she wants is something constant, that can’t leave her like everyone else. you are allowed; to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up, to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together. to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out. but you are not allowed to save him...