i want to be a mystery, yet be known
i want to be together, yet alone
She perks up a small amount as his comment, squinting at him thoughtfully as though she can see the fur and wolfish grin, anything in those soft smiles that he gives her. She can tell already that protectiveness is part of who he is, she can see it in the way she draws nearer and his palm splays against the small of her back. “I’m a vulture and a caracal so far. I’m curious what my next one will be.” She admits a bit quietly, a smile tugging on her face as she goes to nod to his follow-up.
It was exhilarating. “Incredible but exhausting.” She admits with a small smile, reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes, to find the steel beneath the fringe of dark hair that threatens to spill and block her from his view.
A somberness takes over her at it, at the comment of her parents and Amalia and Deimos, and him. Forcing a small smile to grow on her face. “She wasn’t a great mother in that version.. I think this one would be better but perhaps I’m just jealous? Why it couldn’t be me that she was like that with… Or maybe it was my father that had a hand in it.” She reaches up to rub at her eyes, rub at her temples. And she hears the comment of his own parents, fingers splaying along her face to peer at him from beneath the shadow of them. “What happened?” She asks without thinking, before her hands drop from her face to look up at him. “If you want to share, that is.”
It was exhilarating. “Incredible but exhausting.” She admits with a small smile, reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes, to find the steel beneath the fringe of dark hair that threatens to spill and block her from his view.
A somberness takes over her at it, at the comment of her parents and Amalia and Deimos, and him. Forcing a small smile to grow on her face. “She wasn’t a great mother in that version.. I think this one would be better but perhaps I’m just jealous? Why it couldn’t be me that she was like that with… Or maybe it was my father that had a hand in it.” She reaches up to rub at her eyes, rub at her temples. And she hears the comment of his own parents, fingers splaying along her face to peer at him from beneath the shadow of them. “What happened?” She asks without thinking, before her hands drop from her face to look up at him. “If you want to share, that is.”
is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?
to be a wanderer, yet have a home?
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
