KIADA
you haven't kissed anyone for a while now
It was an understatement to say that Kiada had been waiting and living specifically for this moment. She’d had the things she wore planned out for weeks, hair tied back in a beautiful braid that snaked down the back of her spine, a green and emerald dress, dark that would look almost black against the night, paired with sequins to give it that extra sparkle, that extra dazzle – for Amalia for the stars, and Deimos for the ice of the Basin. And when she follows them toward the shrine they’d built together so long ago – had that been when she’d been blighted? Had resigned to hunting her family rather than loving them?
She can’t help the excitement from her face. Lips are painted dark red to match the emerald of her dress, deep in hue and keeps her smiles bright and stark against the contrast. She grins as the brazier is passed toward her – taking it and passing it into one hand, the other reaching out to Amalia’s shoulder to squeeze and pulse all the love she can manage in her attuned bond for her, and then her attention flickers toward Deimos with a wolfish, excited grin as she does the same and settles in – iceberg eyes soft as she focuses on both Deimos and Amalia and everyone else in their small family.
“You’re beautiful, Ama.” She says softly, meaning every bit of it. And turning to Deimos she winks to him, lips curling into that same, playful, juvenile smile. “You’re okay.” Because really, it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t give him a small amount of shit, exactly on a day that meant as much as this anyway.
She can’t help the excitement from her face. Lips are painted dark red to match the emerald of her dress, deep in hue and keeps her smiles bright and stark against the contrast. She grins as the brazier is passed toward her – taking it and passing it into one hand, the other reaching out to Amalia’s shoulder to squeeze and pulse all the love she can manage in her attuned bond for her, and then her attention flickers toward Deimos with a wolfish, excited grin as she does the same and settles in – iceberg eyes soft as she focuses on both Deimos and Amalia and everyone else in their small family.
“You’re beautiful, Ama.” She says softly, meaning every bit of it. And turning to Deimos she winks to him, lips curling into that same, playful, juvenile smile. “You’re okay.” Because really, it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t give him a small amount of shit, exactly on a day that meant as much as this anyway.
to you, everything tastes like blood
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
