KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
She smirked to Ashe – finding the woman to understand her far better than anyone else had thus far (the exception being Deimos, seeing as he’d been there, sometime far away) and she nods in response to the mountain valleys. The Basin, a land capped in snowy peaks with the Aurora that danced above. Yes, that was home, it reflected in her iceberg eyes. And it seemed Ashe could see it too. “I’ve always felt most at home at the top of a mountain’s peak.” She admits with a quiet chuckle. “Am I that easy to read?” Jesting, she takes another deep drink of her wine, picking off food as well as Ashe speaks again.
She pauses in her own chewing and glances to the girl beside her as Ashe raises her glass. Snorting, Kiada raises hers and tinks it against her own. “We’re basically the same person?” It’s partially a question and partially truthful, and she can’t help the small inner part of her that wonders if those that have faced so much eventually do meet up with one another eventually. And with it, a friendship that could blossom into something wonderful for them, dangerous for others. “Definitely too fucked up a history.” She adds, feeling her head begin to spin and her palms grow warm.
Her head shifts toward the assassin as she mentions she has a unicorn. “A unicorn too?” She asks suddenly before she could stop herself, a smile playing at her lips until Ashe continues her tale. Her brows furrow slightly, and she nods in understanding. “I scouted some of the storms with Amalia and Jigano not long ago, they’re nothing to play around with.” She says offhandedly, shrugging lightly. “I hope they’re doing okay.” She adds in quietly before Ashe continues.
She understood what it was like to obsess over something, to work toward figuring out how to get it fixed and changed, and the feeling of not knowing what to do after, and she takes another long swig of her wine as she leans back into her chair. “It really doesn’t.” She acknowledges, a small smile creasing the corner of her lip. “I wasn’t really involved with the Spire, but I did have a big interest in the Greatwood after. Spent a lot of time trying to figure it out and see what would happen, how the forest just spits you out or in circles. But Jigano and Amalia and I had set out to explore the Greatwood after it fell, one day. Amalia and I were captured with a man named Adam and thrown into their ‘Pit’ which is nothing more than a lovely drop and cold and drab cave system.” She snorted as she recalled it. “After I was rescued, Zariah took the Throne and shit just went downhill from there.” She glances over to Ashe. “I don’t really like authority that much, the only exception was Deimos when I was really young.” She added with a quiet laugh.
“Sounds like we both had a lot of excitement in the past and now it’s too boring to feel normal. Like something’s wrong, not having something to focus on?” Her icy gaze focuses on Ashe while she thinks 'Yes, we could be friends, you and I'.
She pauses in her own chewing and glances to the girl beside her as Ashe raises her glass. Snorting, Kiada raises hers and tinks it against her own. “We’re basically the same person?” It’s partially a question and partially truthful, and she can’t help the small inner part of her that wonders if those that have faced so much eventually do meet up with one another eventually. And with it, a friendship that could blossom into something wonderful for them, dangerous for others. “Definitely too fucked up a history.” She adds, feeling her head begin to spin and her palms grow warm.
Her head shifts toward the assassin as she mentions she has a unicorn. “A unicorn too?” She asks suddenly before she could stop herself, a smile playing at her lips until Ashe continues her tale. Her brows furrow slightly, and she nods in understanding. “I scouted some of the storms with Amalia and Jigano not long ago, they’re nothing to play around with.” She says offhandedly, shrugging lightly. “I hope they’re doing okay.” She adds in quietly before Ashe continues.
She understood what it was like to obsess over something, to work toward figuring out how to get it fixed and changed, and the feeling of not knowing what to do after, and she takes another long swig of her wine as she leans back into her chair. “It really doesn’t.” She acknowledges, a small smile creasing the corner of her lip. “I wasn’t really involved with the Spire, but I did have a big interest in the Greatwood after. Spent a lot of time trying to figure it out and see what would happen, how the forest just spits you out or in circles. But Jigano and Amalia and I had set out to explore the Greatwood after it fell, one day. Amalia and I were captured with a man named Adam and thrown into their ‘Pit’ which is nothing more than a lovely drop and cold and drab cave system.” She snorted as she recalled it. “After I was rescued, Zariah took the Throne and shit just went downhill from there.” She glances over to Ashe. “I don’t really like authority that much, the only exception was Deimos when I was really young.” She added with a quiet laugh.
“Sounds like we both had a lot of excitement in the past and now it’s too boring to feel normal. Like something’s wrong, not having something to focus on?” Her icy gaze focuses on Ashe while she thinks 'Yes, we could be friends, you and I'.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
