black hearts, the wicked never rest. i curse the day i let you in
so tell me dear,
Devotion. Unending loyalty, love, enthusiasm for him, that she’d be willing to march into it like he had the first time. Knowing what was coming, knowing what darkness and plagues awaited him on the other side. She would have done it too – if it weren’t for the swift arms of her mother, ushering her into the pitch black portal, causing the amulet along her neck to burst and give her the X etched into her flesh. The reminder of what had happened. The reminder of so much pain. A wound too deep to heal correctly, too large to be covered easily. A wound too much of everything.
He presses her tighter to him, and she crumbles within his embrace, finally giving in, finally breaking, pieces chipping and falling to the floor, dusting his arms as she hides her face in the layers of his clothes, among furs and fabrics, destroyed and distraught. She wasn’t enough, and she can feel herself slipping away again, slipping away like she had the time she confronted Kisamoa and had aimed to yell at him, to destroy the god that had destroyed her world.
Or perhaps be smited in the process.
But she hadn’t, and instead she’d been rewarded in an embrace of teal and black, so much like that which had taken Ru’in from her the first time. Would this be the same, were she to slay him? To destroy him and capture his soul? To free him from the purgatory he had thought Caido was originally – before she had arrived. “Yes.” She says, without a pause, without a heartbeat lost. “He isn’t here, so what does it matter anymore?” His soul, his body is animated for one week of the year.
Would it really be that much of a loss?
He presses her tighter to him, and she crumbles within his embrace, finally giving in, finally breaking, pieces chipping and falling to the floor, dusting his arms as she hides her face in the layers of his clothes, among furs and fabrics, destroyed and distraught. She wasn’t enough, and she can feel herself slipping away again, slipping away like she had the time she confronted Kisamoa and had aimed to yell at him, to destroy the god that had destroyed her world.
Or perhaps be smited in the process.
But she hadn’t, and instead she’d been rewarded in an embrace of teal and black, so much like that which had taken Ru’in from her the first time. Would this be the same, were she to slay him? To destroy him and capture his soul? To free him from the purgatory he had thought Caido was originally – before she had arrived. “Yes.” She says, without a pause, without a heartbeat lost. “He isn’t here, so what does it matter anymore?” His soul, his body is animated for one week of the year.
Would it really be that much of a loss?
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
