i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
Perhaps there’s an edge of surprise and nervousness he might feel through the bond, now that she’s loosened it in the confines of her own room. She still doesn’t know he can feel it, but it’s an air of relief not having to keep it so hidden here — assuming he’s likely abandoned or accepted, it doesn’t even register. It doesn’t really matter in the end, does it? But he carries himself well, and she closes the door and turns to him as he hands out the bottle, a playful smile winding its way along her lips.
She closes the distance between them, taking the bottle, a lingering touch of a scar flecked hand brushing by his as she steps by him and opens the bottle. Two glasses sit on the desk, and she keeps her back toward him — a bit more expanse of the scars to her back seen before they dip below the fabric of her tank top. Accompanied with them, puncture scars that mirror each side, like the one she’d shown him earlier but on the other side, smaller ones beneath them from her time in the Rift when her armor was embedded into her spine and where it had pierced her flesh upon using it.
She pours two glasses, setting the bottle on the table before she leans against it and turns toward him, one hand outstretched with his glass, the other in her free hand as if she’s aiming to toast to this — that similarly feline smile crossing her face, almost as if she’s beckoning him to come closer.
She closes the distance between them, taking the bottle, a lingering touch of a scar flecked hand brushing by his as she steps by him and opens the bottle. Two glasses sit on the desk, and she keeps her back toward him — a bit more expanse of the scars to her back seen before they dip below the fabric of her tank top. Accompanied with them, puncture scars that mirror each side, like the one she’d shown him earlier but on the other side, smaller ones beneath them from her time in the Rift when her armor was embedded into her spine and where it had pierced her flesh upon using it.
She pours two glasses, setting the bottle on the table before she leans against it and turns toward him, one hand outstretched with his glass, the other in her free hand as if she’s aiming to toast to this — that similarly feline smile crossing her face, almost as if she’s beckoning him to come closer.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
