lights out

the rot will always be there, under the surface, waiting for your mask to decay

you swore to your parents that you would be virtuous

The huntress notices immediately when Noah sits closer – but she doesn’t pause until she’s directly spoken to. The glass is lifted to her lips to take a deep drink from it before she’s looking over to him when his deep voice breaks the air. She recognizes him from somewhere, though she can’t quite recall where exactly, and it helps ease some of her worries that he might ask her how much Auni was as if he were for sale.

She sets the glass down and turns a bit more fully toward Noah with an elbow resting on the bar. “His name’s Auni.” She offers with a soft smile back toward the man. “I got him two years ago in the Grounds during LongNight. He’s a little survivor.” She says, reaching down again to scratch behind his antlers behind his ears. “I’m Kiada.” She offers in greeting as she lets her icy gaze lift to meet his face.

the things you've done, come to you in the night

and whisper 'you lied, you lied'

KIADA