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 is quieter than normal, and she can tell as she tells him of the things she needs. He shifts his plate, and begins while he listens to her, and she continues on, pretending the elephant in the room isn’t there. But it is, she hasn’t asked for him to come with her, despite asking for help with it. He crafted the items she will bring, he created the armor she will wear, and she is focused enough in that task to not want to have to worry about him too.
It’s like a double edged sword, both endlessly, needlessly, wishing to protect one another. But when does protection shift toward suffocation?
She is young, yes. But her flame is only brighter by the day, from the blight that wreaked havoc on her soul and mind. She feels more and more like herself, like the child of shadows and fire, of ice and mountains, rising and rising like a phoenix over the shadowed, haunted eyes of the Rift. She can do this.
She gladly takes the weapons he makes her, inspecting them with an appreciative eye, until the next set of words gives him pause and he lifts his gaze to her. “Yes.” She says almost sadly, but determined. “Ludo doesn’t know if he will be himself… or in something else. But it’s the only way to set his soul free.” She says lightly, despite the entire conversation being incredibly dark. “After everything… I can at least give him this.” A quiet admission as she runs her fingers along the snowy detailing of the second weapon.
It’s like a double edged sword, both endlessly, needlessly, wishing to protect one another. But when does protection shift toward suffocation?
She is young, yes. But her flame is only brighter by the day, from the blight that wreaked havoc on her soul and mind. She feels more and more like herself, like the child of shadows and fire, of ice and mountains, rising and rising like a phoenix over the shadowed, haunted eyes of the Rift. She can do this.
She gladly takes the weapons he makes her, inspecting them with an appreciative eye, until the next set of words gives him pause and he lifts his gaze to her. “Yes.” She says almost sadly, but determined. “Ludo doesn’t know if he will be himself… or in something else. But it’s the only way to set his soul free.” She says lightly, despite the entire conversation being incredibly dark. “After everything… I can at least give him this.” A quiet admission as she runs her fingers along the snowy detailing of the second weapon.
— 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
