no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

She goes to greet him like before, and he closes the door and approaches her enough that he closes within a small amount of her space – enough that she has to tilt her head up slightly to look at his face as he smiles boyishly down toward her. His answer is unexpected… But nice in a way and she gives him an equally rare, girlish smile back. “The mud monster breaking into the ice broke my leg.” She tells him simply, though the smile doesn’t fade. “Zuriel healed it, though. Left me with yet another battle scar.” She offers, turning from him and beckoning him in closer.

She only lets her icy gaze lift back to him and his softening grin when he mentions that they’d never gotten their dance. Indeed they hadn’t. She’d played dodgeball, capture the flag, spin the bottle and kissed not one, but two women… And subsequently fell among the rest of them all when it fell into ruin, bone sticking out from the fabric of her pants, the confines of her flesh. And her smile softens then too, a tilt of her head as she surveys him. “You’re right.” She says simply, turning to lean against the desk and focus on him. Coy as usual. “I suppose it’s a good thing I got my leg healed, then, huh?” A bit of a smile crosses her face at that, a snort leaving her person as she waits for his reaction.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA