i want to be a mystery, yet be known
i want to be together, yet alone
He falls into her, and she holds him close, letting him bury his head into her neck, holding him as though she has the same bloodied hands, the same destruction wrought about her body. And she does, with the burn scars that line her spine, the talon markings along her shoulders, the X marking in her neck… They’re all a story. A story of survival, terrible decisions, and a strong person beneath it all.
His thank you is granted a soft squeeze around his body, a quiet nod at the mention of hearing it. It was the same as when she’d told Deimos the terrible things she’d done after he’d died, and he hadn’t judged her for it. But there were those like Melita who would like nothing more than to tear her throat from her neck, to bring her to her knees, to destroy her. Could she blame the girl from the Dragon’s Throat? No. In the end, Harper and Kiada were both to blame, trying to amend the mistakes they’d made.
His offer to tell her story is granted with a long inhale, deciding that it’s important. That he’d shared his, the least she could do is share hers. “I suppose for starters, I had a twin named Kianzo.” She begins, staring at the ceiling. “And we did everything together… Until my mother took us from our home to go live with my father, and on that day Kianzo went missing. Someone had taken him. And I tried to find a way to help get him back. I was so young, though, and I stumbled across someone named Kisamoa. He promised me power and strength, enough to find my brother, and I agreed.” She pauses, trying to figure out how to continue.
“Eventually, Zo came back. But Kisamoa had turned out to be a chaotic god. Kaos was his true name. And he used all of us in Helovia to destroy it, to kill our gods and open a portal to the Rift. And he’d managed to do it… Because I helped him. I helped kill hundreds of us, my own childhood lover included, all because of greed? Because I wanted to be more powerful?” Her hands tremble and she tries to bury her face away from Harper, trying to steady her emotions to continue.
His thank you is granted a soft squeeze around his body, a quiet nod at the mention of hearing it. It was the same as when she’d told Deimos the terrible things she’d done after he’d died, and he hadn’t judged her for it. But there were those like Melita who would like nothing more than to tear her throat from her neck, to bring her to her knees, to destroy her. Could she blame the girl from the Dragon’s Throat? No. In the end, Harper and Kiada were both to blame, trying to amend the mistakes they’d made.
His offer to tell her story is granted with a long inhale, deciding that it’s important. That he’d shared his, the least she could do is share hers. “I suppose for starters, I had a twin named Kianzo.” She begins, staring at the ceiling. “And we did everything together… Until my mother took us from our home to go live with my father, and on that day Kianzo went missing. Someone had taken him. And I tried to find a way to help get him back. I was so young, though, and I stumbled across someone named Kisamoa. He promised me power and strength, enough to find my brother, and I agreed.” She pauses, trying to figure out how to continue.
“Eventually, Zo came back. But Kisamoa had turned out to be a chaotic god. Kaos was his true name. And he used all of us in Helovia to destroy it, to kill our gods and open a portal to the Rift. And he’d managed to do it… Because I helped him. I helped kill hundreds of us, my own childhood lover included, all because of greed? Because I wanted to be more powerful?” Her hands tremble and she tries to bury her face away from Harper, trying to steady her emotions to continue.
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
