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 —
A sigh of relief, for the flames that burn in her soul (that always have been since before she was even born) are ignited. Not suffocated by protection, not wavered. Bolstered, by the quiet acceptance of the Reaper turned Sword. It would be hard, she knows this. But she appreciates his ability to let her do this, because even if he doesn’t – she will find a way.
But there’s nothing about this interaction that makes her think he won’t let her. He is helping her, making her weapons she scans over and appreciates the craftsmanship to them, to the armor with intricate interlocking chainmail just on the off chance they’re taken by surprise. And she pushes herself from the edge of the sink to roam toward him, then, eyes shadowed and downcast despite his quiet resolve.
He believes in her.
And that’s really all she needs.
So she remains quiet for a few moments longer, watching the magic at work. He doesn’t look at her, and she doesn’t blame him. So instead, she gnaws on the inside of her lip as one arm reaches for her shoulder, resting easily across her chest as she watches it, before wondering when Deimos might ask for her to try it on. So while he works, she focuses on different topics, now that the sad terrible one is out of the way. “What does it feel like?” She asks quietly. “Does it feel like the magic of Helovia? Or is it different?”
Because gods the girl missed her flames.
But there’s nothing about this interaction that makes her think he won’t let her. He is helping her, making her weapons she scans over and appreciates the craftsmanship to them, to the armor with intricate interlocking chainmail just on the off chance they’re taken by surprise. And she pushes herself from the edge of the sink to roam toward him, then, eyes shadowed and downcast despite his quiet resolve.
He believes in her.
And that’s really all she needs.
So she remains quiet for a few moments longer, watching the magic at work. He doesn’t look at her, and she doesn’t blame him. So instead, she gnaws on the inside of her lip as one arm reaches for her shoulder, resting easily across her chest as she watches it, before wondering when Deimos might ask for her to try it on. So while he works, she focuses on different topics, now that the sad terrible one is out of the way. “What does it feel like?” She asks quietly. “Does it feel like the magic of Helovia? Or is it different?”
Because gods the girl missed her flames.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
