KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
Deimos manages to handle Amun’s question with ease, and she listens while she still gathers to the mention that they were trying to salvage items for new purposes, looking back toward the wagon when Deimos’ own gaze does. But it doesn’t last long, not as she explains that there would definitely be another Guild, another place for the same thing to be handled. Except… Without Ronin or Remi unless they wanted to be a part of it. A fresh breath of air, a release off their shoulders to explore the world.
She catches Deimos’ eye easily, an arch to the brow as she gives him a slight smile. “Ronin gave it to me after we arrived at the Temple.” She shrugs as if it meant nothing, despite it meaning almost everything. That despite her failures she still might be able to find success in something, to do something that still helped without being so much involved.
The smile fades as soon at Deimos mentions that their souls have already been taken and she nods along with it. Because at least their bodies were here, not puppeted and animated like Ru’in’s had been.
And she turns her gaze toward Amun with a quiet raised brow. “Once we gather the rest, we’ll have it today.” She answers simply, glancing back toward Oliver at his own suggestion. “That’s the goal, hopefully.” And with it, she takes a few more useable pieces of wood she’d found, dumping them in addition to the wagon’s own pile before moving back over to the cloth with the bones, scouting for more.
She catches Deimos’ eye easily, an arch to the brow as she gives him a slight smile. “Ronin gave it to me after we arrived at the Temple.” She shrugs as if it meant nothing, despite it meaning almost everything. That despite her failures she still might be able to find success in something, to do something that still helped without being so much involved.
The smile fades as soon at Deimos mentions that their souls have already been taken and she nods along with it. Because at least their bodies were here, not puppeted and animated like Ru’in’s had been.
And she turns her gaze toward Amun with a quiet raised brow. “Once we gather the rest, we’ll have it today.” She answers simply, glancing back toward Oliver at his own suggestion. “That’s the goal, hopefully.” And with it, she takes a few more useable pieces of wood she’d found, dumping them in addition to the wagon’s own pile before moving back over to the cloth with the bones, scouting for more.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
