[seasonal event] arise from the dust

if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again

whether in this life or the next

Oh, she sees him roll his eyes, and her smile turns positively predatory in nature at the taunting. She has more, but she quells it deep within her as she focuses on the man laying beside her, a father figure, her fatherly figure while her own had disappeared among many of the other names and people that had been there in her life at one point. “Oh, you know.” She says, turning her head back to the sky to look at the clouds, hands extended out in front of her as she inspects her fingers and nails next.

“Generally just giving me shit all the time. Making me wear flower crowns.” She lists off a few before she turns her head to him with a brighter smile and a tilt to her head. “That’s being nice, though. Only a headbutt with a crown of thorns.” She teases, giving him a wink as she settles along the mud and grins widely, feeling far freer than she had in the last few days. “Could be much worse.”

you are, and always shall be, his

KIADA