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 —
His boyish charm isn’t lost on her, and she has half a mind to roll her eyes at him out of sheer curiosity of the reaction. But it’s lost on her as he continues on, talking about being the worst hopefully in jest and she snorts at that. “I can see it.” She replies easily, head tilting up slightly to look at him with all the seriousness she can muster — even if it’s just a playful banter of teasing. The game in itself is fun, it keeps her feeling light and brilliant where only darkness and shadows typically remained.
But she taunts him, moving away slightly to see it he follows. And follow he does, cheeks still slight with a pink hue that distracts her long enough for him to step up beside her. “I suppose you can.” She announces, lips curling in a smile as her shoulder brushes against his while they walk and Auni stands to follow, bounding ahead of them. “I could use some practice though.” A slight tilt to her crowned head, eyes sliding over toward him.
She remembers only one instance where she’s actually danced before. And it wasn’t here, wasn’t even in Helovia.
His comment about being a detective causes her to laugh lightly. “Are you? Or are you some sort of justice seeker?” She pauses in her step, head tilting slightly. She can read him too, and it seems to pinpoint toward something strong willed. But the scars tell a slightly different story, and she’s incredibly intrigued.
But she taunts him, moving away slightly to see it he follows. And follow he does, cheeks still slight with a pink hue that distracts her long enough for him to step up beside her. “I suppose you can.” She announces, lips curling in a smile as her shoulder brushes against his while they walk and Auni stands to follow, bounding ahead of them. “I could use some practice though.” A slight tilt to her crowned head, eyes sliding over toward him.
She remembers only one instance where she’s actually danced before. And it wasn’t here, wasn’t even in Helovia.
His comment about being a detective causes her to laugh lightly. “Are you? Or are you some sort of justice seeker?” She pauses in her step, head tilting slightly. She can read him too, and it seems to pinpoint toward something strong willed. But the scars tell a slightly different story, and she’s incredibly intrigued.
— 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
