i want to be a mystery, yet be known
i want to be together, yet alone
She gives him a gentle nod as he explains what Safrin had said. It makes sense, the vulture within her a reflection of Khairi, of part of her soul… But the feline? The caracal form is one that doesn’t make much sense to her… But it’s there, just as the rest of them are, and she can’t imagine what her life was like without it in the end regardless. And so she gives him a gentle smile, brushing the fringe from his face as he peers down at her with those soft steel eyes that she could get used to seeing look at her this way.
It’s scary to her, to let someone in. And she hadn’t quite even let someone in so deeply as he’s about to do. One hand snakes up the side of her head to prop her up to watch him as she nods about Rexanna waiting patiently to possibly be the mother Kiada had always wanted – but it takes a backseat, far in the back as Harper begins to speak, hesitating, and she wonders if she should tell him it’s not necessary if it makes him uncomfortable, that she doesn’t need to know.
But he goes on, and her smiles falter to understanding, her gaze following the lines of his face, the thoughts and sadness she can see there reflected within her own. His voice wavers, and she reaches up to brush her calloused hand to his cheek, giving him as much encouragement as she can from her scar-flecked hands, her understanding that life was terrible and shitty and the fact that he was here as such a strange yet exciting person was a statement to that alone, that it couldn’t break him.
“I’m sorry Harper.” She says quietly, thumb stroking his cheek bones to try and convey as much into it as she can, a look in her gaze that’s similar to his own, that she’d too seen too much blood to last lifetimes, especially those of loved ones and those close to her. “Did they… Take you after that?” She asks softly, quietly, trying to work him through it if he wanted to share.
It’s scary to her, to let someone in. And she hadn’t quite even let someone in so deeply as he’s about to do. One hand snakes up the side of her head to prop her up to watch him as she nods about Rexanna waiting patiently to possibly be the mother Kiada had always wanted – but it takes a backseat, far in the back as Harper begins to speak, hesitating, and she wonders if she should tell him it’s not necessary if it makes him uncomfortable, that she doesn’t need to know.
But he goes on, and her smiles falter to understanding, her gaze following the lines of his face, the thoughts and sadness she can see there reflected within her own. His voice wavers, and she reaches up to brush her calloused hand to his cheek, giving him as much encouragement as she can from her scar-flecked hands, her understanding that life was terrible and shitty and the fact that he was here as such a strange yet exciting person was a statement to that alone, that it couldn’t break him.
“I’m sorry Harper.” She says quietly, thumb stroking his cheek bones to try and convey as much into it as she can, a look in her gaze that’s similar to his own, that she’d too seen too much blood to last lifetimes, especially those of loved ones and those close to her. “Did they… Take you after that?” She asks softly, quietly, trying to work him through it if he wanted to share.
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
