princess, with lips made of glass
“Indeed it will.” She agrees easily, a wide smile given toward him before the conversation dips toward something far more full of sorrow and sadness and an ache that she tries to hide through the attuned bond, but is unable to quell – having not yet mastered how to keep her emotions in place. Which, you would think, she’d have figured out pretty regularly up until now. But she hasn’t, and with it, all she can do is offer the explanation of life in the Grounds during Deepfrost and what it meant to have survived two years in the thick of it.
The fact that he extends his hand and she contemplates taking it, before it becomes almost a point to prove. A point that the hand that lingers in his when it’s offered and a small smile is given at his apology – though it isn’t his fault – is felt with a hand calloused from weaponry, hardened exterior and a wintery face that almost always seems unphased. “I’ve gone out every LongNight.” She informs him with a slight nod of her head to that – a bit of an added explanation. “I wasn’t close to the person that Auni accidentally killed. But… I was close to someone who died the first LongNight, while I was out getting him. One of the creatures stole his soul and I was given a quest by Ludo to retrieve it last year.” There’s a moment where she recalls beheading her lover, and her heart thunders a moment before she regains composure and flashes him a small smile.
“I wasn’t successful last year, and I need to train a bit more before I try again.” Her head tilts a bit more avian-like with this, a bit more calculating, a woman born to fight and having lived many lives doing that very same thing for survival coming to the surface. She lifts her other hand to grab the glass and take a sip, keeping her other hand in his should he wish to keep hers within. “And it is pretty shit, if I’m being honest.” She snorts, trying to lighten the mood.
The fact that he extends his hand and she contemplates taking it, before it becomes almost a point to prove. A point that the hand that lingers in his when it’s offered and a small smile is given at his apology – though it isn’t his fault – is felt with a hand calloused from weaponry, hardened exterior and a wintery face that almost always seems unphased. “I’ve gone out every LongNight.” She informs him with a slight nod of her head to that – a bit of an added explanation. “I wasn’t close to the person that Auni accidentally killed. But… I was close to someone who died the first LongNight, while I was out getting him. One of the creatures stole his soul and I was given a quest by Ludo to retrieve it last year.” There’s a moment where she recalls beheading her lover, and her heart thunders a moment before she regains composure and flashes him a small smile.
“I wasn’t successful last year, and I need to train a bit more before I try again.” Her head tilts a bit more avian-like with this, a bit more calculating, a woman born to fight and having lived many lives doing that very same thing for survival coming to the surface. She lifts her other hand to grab the glass and take a sip, keeping her other hand in his should he wish to keep hers within. “And it is pretty shit, if I’m being honest.” She snorts, trying to lighten the mood.
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
