closer than a friend, I can be your enemy

shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded

unhinge your jaw —

He’s really not the only one that’s struggling with a shift in emotions. First of all, everything that happened before had lead her to keeping her distance, of pointedly not getting involved. To try and give him the space he required to deal with his loss. But the boy kept fucking popping up, in conversation, in passing, in the fact that he kept continuing to make Chulane question everything he wanted to help with for Halo.

And let’s not forget the attack as well, the way Korbin had given him a concussion, spurring a deep sense of panic within Kiada. But she’d managed to hold onto her anger, her fury, to let it simmer beneath the surface for long enough that the idea of being stuck in here with him for a long dark week seemed like the perfect opportunity to take out some of that rage. So long as it was far enough away to not damage everyone and anything else.

So she slips into line for booze she won’t drink, her iceberg gaze narrow as it lands on Korbin next. “Got a moment to chat?” She asks, but her voice seems to hold no room for arguments, not as she nods to someone else to take over for the raven and she slips out of the line, the other Halovian following Korbin’s previous work of rationing the ale.

— go for the throat

KIADA