it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
She’s not sure what she’d do to cope throughout all of this had she not stumbled across him and the rogue vegetables that had decided to take a trip down the alley of Snowcloak. It’s relieving, to settle like this, to have a place and space where she could and would be welcomed at any point. She’d never quite gotten there with Ru’in, not with everything that had happened – gods, they were close enough to be engaged and yet… and yet. Nothing like this, the tender touches, the careful embrace, the sharing of stories and lives so bright in comparison to her own that gave her some sort of hope for a future.
She focuses on him a bit more when he speaks, drawing her out of those thoughts. “I wouldn’t mind that.” Kiada assures him with a lighter smile, already feeling a bit of the tension leaving her body simply because of him. “Though maybe a bit more privacy.” Because while it was nice to be here, despite everything that went on, the Kraai was still loud, still full of people, some that were shouting their grief and others huddled quiet and solemn in the corners.
All she wants to do is focus entirely on him if she can, to give him her all.
So when he mentions that they can cook together later, there’s a soft smile that tilts up the corner of her lips as she takes another sip of the drink, letting her other hand stroke along his neck and shoulder as she leans back a small amount, shifting herself on his lap easily as she goes to hand him his drink, a dark brow raising in case he wants a sip. But then he’s asking her to talk to him, about her home. “My home here? Or… Where I was born? Or… The next place I went?” She asks easily, a softer smile crossing her face with those options laid out.
She focuses on him a bit more when he speaks, drawing her out of those thoughts. “I wouldn’t mind that.” Kiada assures him with a lighter smile, already feeling a bit of the tension leaving her body simply because of him. “Though maybe a bit more privacy.” Because while it was nice to be here, despite everything that went on, the Kraai was still loud, still full of people, some that were shouting their grief and others huddled quiet and solemn in the corners.
All she wants to do is focus entirely on him if she can, to give him her all.
So when he mentions that they can cook together later, there’s a soft smile that tilts up the corner of her lips as she takes another sip of the drink, letting her other hand stroke along his neck and shoulder as she leans back a small amount, shifting herself on his lap easily as she goes to hand him his drink, a dark brow raising in case he wants a sip. But then he’s asking her to talk to him, about her home. “My home here? Or… Where I was born? Or… The next place I went?” She asks easily, a softer smile crossing her face with those options laid out.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
