black hearts, the wicked never rest. i curse the day i let you in
so tell me dear,
Amalia is soon there, offering her own comfort, her own words that she’s safe. But is she? In the end, is she truly safe from it all? She has failed, she failed. There’s a bargain, yes, but in the end? Would it even work? There is no amount of items that can replace that from which was taken from her. She could traverse worlds upon worlds and never find anything that could amount to that which to her has no price. And if she could, if she’d had the option, she’d have gladly given her own for his.
That’s love, right?
Deimos’ arms wrap around her and guide her toward a shadowed corner, and her hands lift to clutch at the clothes he wears, a ragged breath leaving her as she manages to press her face into his chest, smearing the tar all over the clothing mixed with tears. She tries to say it, tries to tell him what happened, but nothing comes out that makes any sense in her mind just yet. At least, not until a heartbreaking premise leaves her lips, muffled in the cloaks and furs. “We failed.”
Her head lifts, icy eyes, red rimmed and tearstained, covered in ink and blood look up at him with such heartbreak, glossed over the flame beneath the ice of her eyes. Replaced by shadows, by sorrow, by such pain that she can’t even begin to process it. “I… We found him. And I…” She pauses, a hiccup of breath filling her tired lungs. “He told me to join him and I couldn’t. I.. I cut off his head, Deimos. And it wasn’t enough.”
I’m not enough. I wasn’t enough. I’ll never be enough.
That’s love, right?
Deimos’ arms wrap around her and guide her toward a shadowed corner, and her hands lift to clutch at the clothes he wears, a ragged breath leaving her as she manages to press her face into his chest, smearing the tar all over the clothing mixed with tears. She tries to say it, tries to tell him what happened, but nothing comes out that makes any sense in her mind just yet. At least, not until a heartbreaking premise leaves her lips, muffled in the cloaks and furs. “We failed.”
Her head lifts, icy eyes, red rimmed and tearstained, covered in ink and blood look up at him with such heartbreak, glossed over the flame beneath the ice of her eyes. Replaced by shadows, by sorrow, by such pain that she can’t even begin to process it. “I… We found him. And I…” She pauses, a hiccup of breath filling her tired lungs. “He told me to join him and I couldn’t. I.. I cut off his head, Deimos. And it wasn’t enough.”
I’m not enough. I wasn’t enough. I’ll never be enough.
can your heart still break?
if it's already stopped breathing?
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
