they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She snorts at the teasing, shaking her head again before her green gaze lands on the sky and the sprinkling of stars beyond. “A little fire would keep them at bay.” She responds with a hum of laughter. She’d never done it, had never been around while the two of them were together — aside from once, when Bastien made his threat.
At Jigano’s teasing though, she raises a dark brow as she looks to him with a small hum of laughter. “Well, I’m glad you have Rory. Need to leave some of me for the rest of them.” She jests, another wink sent his way.
But she settles at the mention of old habits, and she looks away from him then with a softer smile that crosses her lips. “Indeed we do.” But she’s been trying, and sometimes the only thing one can do, is try.
Though she is surprised when he asks of Kiada’s father, her gaze taking some kind of far away look as she looks to the sky. “He was tall, a man from the plains of Dorobo.” She hums with some small amusement. “A general, a fighter. Fought in some battle between Dorobo and Korofi, though I don’t recall what it was about.” She shrugs. “Crushing blue eyes, quick mind. But ah, we mostly danced around each other like we were stuck in one another’s orbit, never made anything official until Kiada and Kianzo. And even then, that was shaky at best. Even after the twins were born and I left the Basin to go to the Edge where he reigned as King, he’d fathered a child with the Queen of the Edge. Fathered a few more with some other women.” She waves her hand at that.
At Jigano’s teasing though, she raises a dark brow as she looks to him with a small hum of laughter. “Well, I’m glad you have Rory. Need to leave some of me for the rest of them.” She jests, another wink sent his way.
But she settles at the mention of old habits, and she looks away from him then with a softer smile that crosses her lips. “Indeed we do.” But she’s been trying, and sometimes the only thing one can do, is try.
Though she is surprised when he asks of Kiada’s father, her gaze taking some kind of far away look as she looks to the sky. “He was tall, a man from the plains of Dorobo.” She hums with some small amusement. “A general, a fighter. Fought in some battle between Dorobo and Korofi, though I don’t recall what it was about.” She shrugs. “Crushing blue eyes, quick mind. But ah, we mostly danced around each other like we were stuck in one another’s orbit, never made anything official until Kiada and Kianzo. And even then, that was shaky at best. Even after the twins were born and I left the Basin to go to the Edge where he reigned as King, he’d fathered a child with the Queen of the Edge. Fathered a few more with some other women.” She waves her hand at that.
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