i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
It wraps itself snuggly around her shoulders more, and she leans more into the embrace, ivy gaze shattered and shadowed as she proclaims she’d do anything. It is a cliche answer, but she had said the same in Helovia to bring her brother back to her. She had aligned and struck deals with the false god over and over again for it. She was no stranger to giving it her all and learning from it. And if it gave her a chance, just one, to see him and speak to him, she would absolutely do it.
And so she listens to Ludo, while Auni stands before her, looking into the Luxere’s bright eyes for the reflection of the mask. And she absorbs her task, a shaky breath leaving her as she thinks of Jigano, and wondering how well that reunion will be. But she will do it, she will do it for Ru’in, for a chance. And she trusts Ludo. If it’s possible, she cannot feasibly let herself ignore it. She has gone out in Longnight once before, and she had come back successful. She doesn’t know if she will again, but she has to. There is no other way.
She takes a moment to flex her hand when it tells her she would need something of his, mind reeling through what she has of his before it stops on her most precious belonging. Her ring. Crafted from the stone mason himself. She had all the parts, the abilities, the weaponry needed to survive, before her breath turns a bit ragged at the idea of slaying whatever he’s become. Yet deep down, she knows it isn’t him. And how beautiful of a gift for her would it be to slay the creature that stole him from her?
Even if it wore the same skin.
She thinks to Deimos, thinks of armor she could ask for, of weapons. Calculating, cool, even as a single tear slips from her eyes. “I will.” She says, a steel to her voice, a grit to her teeth. She will destroy whatever has taken Ru’in from her.
To save him, is to kill him.
And she will do it, or die trying.
“Would any kind of weapons do? Or should I get something specific?” She suddenly asks as the thoughts roll through her muddied, grief stricken mind. She is fond of her throwing knives, of her abilities. But would she need something like Amalia’s staff to do any true damage? The shield? A sword?
And so she listens to Ludo, while Auni stands before her, looking into the Luxere’s bright eyes for the reflection of the mask. And she absorbs her task, a shaky breath leaving her as she thinks of Jigano, and wondering how well that reunion will be. But she will do it, she will do it for Ru’in, for a chance. And she trusts Ludo. If it’s possible, she cannot feasibly let herself ignore it. She has gone out in Longnight once before, and she had come back successful. She doesn’t know if she will again, but she has to. There is no other way.
She takes a moment to flex her hand when it tells her she would need something of his, mind reeling through what she has of his before it stops on her most precious belonging. Her ring. Crafted from the stone mason himself. She had all the parts, the abilities, the weaponry needed to survive, before her breath turns a bit ragged at the idea of slaying whatever he’s become. Yet deep down, she knows it isn’t him. And how beautiful of a gift for her would it be to slay the creature that stole him from her?
Even if it wore the same skin.
She thinks to Deimos, thinks of armor she could ask for, of weapons. Calculating, cool, even as a single tear slips from her eyes. “I will.” She says, a steel to her voice, a grit to her teeth. She will destroy whatever has taken Ru’in from her.
To save him, is to kill him.
And she will do it, or die trying.
“Would any kind of weapons do? Or should I get something specific?” She suddenly asks as the thoughts roll through her muddied, grief stricken mind. She is fond of her throwing knives, of her abilities. But would she need something like Amalia’s staff to do any true damage? The shield? A sword?
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
