it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
He rises and moves toward the kitchen at her acceptance, and she follows behind him while he prepares and begins to cook some eggs – eyes lifting from the pan to the man that stands behind it, a dark brow raised and a defiant grin cast his way. Oh, she remembers what started the argument, the frustration within her. But it was childish, a stupid reason when she knows he would have told her. If he was able to find her, that is. The blight had a beautiful way of keeping her hidden, keeping her away from those she cared about, of course unless it was within the blight’s benefit to alienate her more.
Regardless, he looks toward her, and she can see the slight narrowing of his eyes while she shrugs her shoulders and pulls up a stool to sit on by the stove – ever the look of a bored teenager, wishing for information and details, all the gossip she could. But when he asks her what she’d like to know, she puffs her cheeks out in a small sigh. She can’t say everything because she knows he won’t answer to that. So after a brief moment of pouting, she tilts her head and looks to him. “Like… When did it happen? And how? Did you just suddenly realize you could sprout feathers?” She asks with another charming grin.
“If so maybe I should be more careful about the things I say about you to Ama.” She winks, mischievous and all her fiery uncanniness compared to how she’d once been not that long ago. “And maybe after breakfast we could… Fly or something together?” She asks, more serious, the arm her head settles on the counter sprouts a small amount of pale feathers with black edges, as if to edge him more. “I won’t attack you this time, it’ll be fun.” Gods knew they needed some fun.
Regardless, he looks toward her, and she can see the slight narrowing of his eyes while she shrugs her shoulders and pulls up a stool to sit on by the stove – ever the look of a bored teenager, wishing for information and details, all the gossip she could. But when he asks her what she’d like to know, she puffs her cheeks out in a small sigh. She can’t say everything because she knows he won’t answer to that. So after a brief moment of pouting, she tilts her head and looks to him. “Like… When did it happen? And how? Did you just suddenly realize you could sprout feathers?” She asks with another charming grin.
“If so maybe I should be more careful about the things I say about you to Ama.” She winks, mischievous and all her fiery uncanniness compared to how she’d once been not that long ago. “And maybe after breakfast we could… Fly or something together?” She asks, more serious, the arm her head settles on the counter sprouts a small amount of pale feathers with black edges, as if to edge him more. “I won’t attack you this time, it’ll be fun.” Gods knew they needed some fun.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
