i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
It wasn’t the first time she’d taken someone home from the bar. Her night with Ezra comes to the forefront of her mind — and since then? Nothing. A night spent with Harper talking of their pasts and nothing more, but there were times were Kiada simply craved the heat of it, no strings attached, a release to hopefully keep her mind on track. And while she was quite a flirt, she was nothing compared to her aunt who could go and bring anyone she wanted home. Kiada didn’t boast that confidence, didn’t know where to start.
And she half expects it to fail like all the other times.
So she gets comfortable, removing the furs until she’s left in nothing but a tank top of sorts, enjoying the warmth of the room, settled at the desk with her legs tucked up beneath her as she focuses on the journal again and writes out what she has learned, as well as moving into her training regimens to write out the plans for the next coming week. It takes some time, but she closes the journal when she thinks that he’s probably denied her offer. Which is fine, she expects as much. So she blows out the little lantern along the desk, leaving just the one on the nightstand by the bed when she hears the light tapping against the door.
Her mind flickers for a brief moment, a sort of ‘holy shit it worked’ before she's striding to the door, opening it and spotting Korbin there with a bottle — still in that sort of dreary, moody cloud of his. Perhaps she could change that, get to know him a bit better, and she offers a bright playful smile his way, stepping aside to allow him in before closing the door behind them, a brow raised at the bottle in his hands almost as if she’s asking if it’s something additional she has to pay for.
And she half expects it to fail like all the other times.
So she gets comfortable, removing the furs until she’s left in nothing but a tank top of sorts, enjoying the warmth of the room, settled at the desk with her legs tucked up beneath her as she focuses on the journal again and writes out what she has learned, as well as moving into her training regimens to write out the plans for the next coming week. It takes some time, but she closes the journal when she thinks that he’s probably denied her offer. Which is fine, she expects as much. So she blows out the little lantern along the desk, leaving just the one on the nightstand by the bed when she hears the light tapping against the door.
Her mind flickers for a brief moment, a sort of ‘holy shit it worked’ before she's striding to the door, opening it and spotting Korbin there with a bottle — still in that sort of dreary, moody cloud of his. Perhaps she could change that, get to know him a bit better, and she offers a bright playful smile his way, stepping aside to allow him in before closing the door behind them, a brow raised at the bottle in his hands almost as if she’s asking if it’s something additional she has to pay for.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
