maybe we exist to bleed // maybe we exist to burn
oh but who can say which?
If there’s one thing she wouldn’t miss, it’s this. And she had spent time with Amalia perfecting the lantern to the heart of her soul, with walls that looked like stone with the way the light within flickers, and the hues of a bronze color for decoration, a splattering of it for his lack of coordination and on the other side, swift beautiful foxes running and playing through the stony texture. He would have loved it if he could have seen it.She smiles to herself as she looks to it, despite the faint hue to her face, the gauntness to her face, the clamminess and trembling within her hands as she holds the lantern. She wouldn’t have missed this for the world. It has almost been a year, and that year has been one of the hardest for the Harpy, a year of sorrow, of capture, of rising —
of falling.
But she had left a lantern in her home for him, the one thing Seiji had told her was custom for Caido. And it had never left when she put it up. Auni is there too, stepping quietly alongside her, his antlered head bumping into her leg before the glow of his antlers shine brightly upon the darker hues of her clothes. Deep down, the Luxere knows it’s his fault — had Kiada not been there saving him, she could have saved Ru’in. But that was the past and this was now. She was doomed to have it from the start.
She reaches up to place her lantern, biting her lip, tears brimming on her lower waterline. She pulls away from it, staring at the lantern for what feels like an eternity before she absentmindedly follows Auni to Deimos, where Kiada can’t help but to reach the Reaper at the same time, saying nothing aside from wrapping her trembling arms around him and burying her face into his chest.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
