KIADA
ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers
& i cried like a baby when they left me
He takes it from her, and she watches it akin to a hawk. She knows he won’t destroy it, knows he’ll treat it with utmost care, but there’s a part of her that bleeds and blends for it — unattached, unbidden, not hidden in a pocket but on full display for the world as though it is her secret and her secret alone.
But she wants the world to know how much he means to her, how much it all means to her.
Tears prick at her eyes and she inhaled a ragged breath while she watches, palm open and up as the golden light filters through and removes and adjusts. It’s separated like a spring, and her eyes watch tear filled and unwilling to wipe the tears from her cheeks in case she misses something. And when it gets pieces back together, the fox on full display along the top, more beautiful than any stone that could have been placed there, she watches in silence as he hands it back.
It’s warm, and she cherishes it as her trembling hands slip it from Deimos’ rough hewn calloused hands, gentle because he knows how much it means to her, and she inspects it beneath a glassy gaze. Then, without holding her breath, she slides it onto her ring finger on her left hand, wiping her cheeks with the back of her other hand. And when she looks upon it fully, settled along her pale fingers, her face scrunches up and she presses herself into the Reaper to avoid being seen.
“It’s perfect.” She manages to say, muffled and a cross between a breath of relief and a sob. No longer could it be taken from her, not unless she were killed first. “Thank you.”
But she wants the world to know how much he means to her, how much it all means to her.
Tears prick at her eyes and she inhaled a ragged breath while she watches, palm open and up as the golden light filters through and removes and adjusts. It’s separated like a spring, and her eyes watch tear filled and unwilling to wipe the tears from her cheeks in case she misses something. And when it gets pieces back together, the fox on full display along the top, more beautiful than any stone that could have been placed there, she watches in silence as he hands it back.
It’s warm, and she cherishes it as her trembling hands slip it from Deimos’ rough hewn calloused hands, gentle because he knows how much it means to her, and she inspects it beneath a glassy gaze. Then, without holding her breath, she slides it onto her ring finger on her left hand, wiping her cheeks with the back of her other hand. And when she looks upon it fully, settled along her pale fingers, her face scrunches up and she presses herself into the Reaper to avoid being seen.
“It’s perfect.” She manages to say, muffled and a cross between a breath of relief and a sob. No longer could it be taken from her, not unless she were killed first. “Thank you.”
& i bled every time somebody touched me
ok, ok, i wasn't beautiful, not even in golden light
does it really matter, anyway?
we all get swallowed eventually
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
