KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
She wrinkles her nose in a quiet huff of a drunken snort when Ashe replies. Shrugging her shoulders in agreement, she glances to the assassin with a softening of her icy gaze. A friend, similar and yet different, was this what it was like? Things felt differently with Amalia and Deimos, they felt more… Parental. This was easy and free, and the Harpy enjoyed every second of it. And she listened while Ashe’s resolve was thrust upon the quiet din of the atmosphere. Yes, two peas in a pod. She wants to offer to help her new friend find them, but they’ve only just met – and she keeps it on the tip of her tongue for a later date.
Auni, snoozing away, doesn’t move as Soot begins to move the dish toward him – but when the dish boops him on the nose, one eye pops open lazily to gaze at the spider. He moves his legs slightly, curling them beneath him as he lifts his head and inspects the dish just as Soot falls into it. A splash ends on his nose, staining the pale fur a dark hue of purple and his tongue darts out to lick it away – a sour taste that Auni isn’t sure he likes, but he uses his nose to nudge the wine soaked spider toward the edge of the dish, blowing air through his nose onto the creature as his tongue lolls out to touch him too, to remove some of the sticky wine.
Kiada’s gaze drifts toward Ashe as the conversation shifts, and something within Ashe changes. Where the Pit and everything usually left Kiada empty inside, there’s a sharpness to Ashe that she admires, and she wishes she had the fire anymore for it. Her electric gaze meets ice as Kiada leans toward her dark haired friend with an almost conspiratory look. “Oh, agreed.” She says in response, a quiet hum of a smirk playing on her lips. She didn’t even know them, but there was something off about it all.
The Harpy always chose to keep her distance.
Ashe stands abruptly, and Kiada follows suit while Auni does his best to try and nudge the wine soaked spider into his antlers again. Kiada doesn’t have much to offer in means of payment, but she leaves something small behind as well – a small brooch of sorts for payment if the dagger isn’t enough, and nods to Ashe, making way toward the door and out in the open sunlight street – staggering slightly as she does so. “I wasn’t here for the first round of the gourds, but I heard about them.” She admits, head cocking to the side as she regards Ashe. “Where do they usually go? Er.. Or come from?” A quiet laugh leaves her lips.
Auni, snoozing away, doesn’t move as Soot begins to move the dish toward him – but when the dish boops him on the nose, one eye pops open lazily to gaze at the spider. He moves his legs slightly, curling them beneath him as he lifts his head and inspects the dish just as Soot falls into it. A splash ends on his nose, staining the pale fur a dark hue of purple and his tongue darts out to lick it away – a sour taste that Auni isn’t sure he likes, but he uses his nose to nudge the wine soaked spider toward the edge of the dish, blowing air through his nose onto the creature as his tongue lolls out to touch him too, to remove some of the sticky wine.
Kiada’s gaze drifts toward Ashe as the conversation shifts, and something within Ashe changes. Where the Pit and everything usually left Kiada empty inside, there’s a sharpness to Ashe that she admires, and she wishes she had the fire anymore for it. Her electric gaze meets ice as Kiada leans toward her dark haired friend with an almost conspiratory look. “Oh, agreed.” She says in response, a quiet hum of a smirk playing on her lips. She didn’t even know them, but there was something off about it all.
The Harpy always chose to keep her distance.
Ashe stands abruptly, and Kiada follows suit while Auni does his best to try and nudge the wine soaked spider into his antlers again. Kiada doesn’t have much to offer in means of payment, but she leaves something small behind as well – a small brooch of sorts for payment if the dagger isn’t enough, and nods to Ashe, making way toward the door and out in the open sunlight street – staggering slightly as she does so. “I wasn’t here for the first round of the gourds, but I heard about them.” She admits, head cocking to the side as she regards Ashe. “Where do they usually go? Er.. Or come from?” A quiet laugh leaves her lips.
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
