no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

The soothing touch he gives her has her shivering beneath them, beneath the weight of the words of stories that had taken such a dark approach from the man that’d come in asking for a dance, and here she was giving her life story. But she listens, nodding, taking what he says and tries to figure out how to continue on them – though knowing every time she finds Melita it’s as if the bandage has been ripped off.

But he asks about Kianzo and Ru’in, and she sniffles a small amount, trying to think of the happier memories. “Kianzo…” She pauses, trying to figure it out in a way that made sense. “He was like the sun to my moon. Charming, sweet, protective, fierce. He’d do anything to make me happy, be the muscle if there were muscle required…” She strays off, unsure how to continue when she thinks about Ru’in. “Ru’in was quiet and strong. He worked with stone and metals, and he was born with some sort of deformity to his mouth so when he talked it was a mumble or strange sounding, so he chose to stay quiet most of the time. But I could always understand what he wanted, what he was saying. I loved the way that he would try, for me, to talk about things even if he knew he'd get frustrated quickly.”

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

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA