KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
She takes her time, forming the words and the thoughts before she lets them slip, an explanation and a show for what exactly she has gone through – what marred her skin, what kept her guarded and careful when it came to getting attached to anyone. But she already was, wasn’t she? Unintentionally attached, all because of bumping into a stranger along the streets of Halo and offering to help him – what was it like? To start to fall in love again?
It’s an uncomfortable feeling she doesn’t know what to deal with, unsure if she should feel as she did when she got Auni as a companion – regret and sorrow for forgetting the previous loves, her previous companion – or perhaps the excitement that could come from it, the possibilities…
Ah, but she’s so frightened of him disappearing again – of someone she lets herself be unabashedly attached to, dying in the cold dark night, ripped away from her once again. Perhaps she’s not ready – perhaps she never would be.
Perhaps she wouldn’t have a chance again.
Her blue gaze follows him as he goes to step out of her lap, the headbutt to her shoulder sparking a softer smile as he shifts back into himself and she lets her gaze finally linger on him – the dark hair that shifts into some edge and form of curls, the stubble to his chin, that so similar iceberg gaze to her own. She doesn’t move when he reaches his arm around her shoulders, the soft sweet embrace. And when his fingers trail along the X etched into the side of her neck, she almost shivers with it. “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” She offers, keeping her gaze on him, something swirling within the blues as she abandons all those other thoughts and leans into his side, trying to bury her cheek against his shoulder.
It’s an uncomfortable feeling she doesn’t know what to deal with, unsure if she should feel as she did when she got Auni as a companion – regret and sorrow for forgetting the previous loves, her previous companion – or perhaps the excitement that could come from it, the possibilities…
Ah, but she’s so frightened of him disappearing again – of someone she lets herself be unabashedly attached to, dying in the cold dark night, ripped away from her once again. Perhaps she’s not ready – perhaps she never would be.
Perhaps she wouldn’t have a chance again.
Her blue gaze follows him as he goes to step out of her lap, the headbutt to her shoulder sparking a softer smile as he shifts back into himself and she lets her gaze finally linger on him – the dark hair that shifts into some edge and form of curls, the stubble to his chin, that so similar iceberg gaze to her own. She doesn’t move when he reaches his arm around her shoulders, the soft sweet embrace. And when his fingers trail along the X etched into the side of her neck, she almost shivers with it. “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” She offers, keeping her gaze on him, something swirling within the blues as she abandons all those other thoughts and leans into his side, trying to bury her cheek against his shoulder.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
