do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
Oh, how a million things change as soon as he lets her go. She gets a good look at him, all her smiles and brightness deflating the moment she beholds the cracks in the mask, the stony foundation she’d learned to look up to like a father. It pierces her, her smile faltering immediately as he tells her that it hadn’t gone well. Her first thought is Amalia, Kiada’s arms dropping to her sides as she focuses on Deimos with a sudden intensity to her gaze, as if she could reach into his mind and find out what happened exactly.
She doesn’t have to, however, because Deimos has always been a man of few words, but whatever few words there were it never beat around the topic. It was always exactly what was needed. Only this time it hurts, it hurts as she hears about the door and the possibility of it being an issue for the Ascended. And that’s when her stomach begins to drop – because while Amalia and Deimos were certainly not Ascended, her mother is.
“They came back, and must have touched the door – when I opened it, they had already perished.” She can feel the air brush out of her lungs, of all the things she’d raged against the Penumbra for, things out of that version of her mother’s control. And now she’d never get the chance to apologize. Never get a chance to see her mother follow up on the promise that things were different and she was a changed woman.
She supposes those promises did come true, because she didn’t think that she’d have to witness her mother’s burial, pyre, farewell. All the light fades within her original smile and she takes a step back, blinking as it hits her, all the fury and rage and denial. But she knows that he wouldn’t lie to her about this. And that’s when the tightness of her throat sets in, when those bright icy eyes soften with a shift of a glassy sheen of tears and her hands drop to her side, the realization hitting her as her hands begin to shake and tremble. “She’s… Gone? Just like that?” Kiada whispers, the sharp pain hitting her heart like thousands of tiny stakes.
She doesn’t have to, however, because Deimos has always been a man of few words, but whatever few words there were it never beat around the topic. It was always exactly what was needed. Only this time it hurts, it hurts as she hears about the door and the possibility of it being an issue for the Ascended. And that’s when her stomach begins to drop – because while Amalia and Deimos were certainly not Ascended, her mother is.
“They came back, and must have touched the door – when I opened it, they had already perished.” She can feel the air brush out of her lungs, of all the things she’d raged against the Penumbra for, things out of that version of her mother’s control. And now she’d never get the chance to apologize. Never get a chance to see her mother follow up on the promise that things were different and she was a changed woman.
She supposes those promises did come true, because she didn’t think that she’d have to witness her mother’s burial, pyre, farewell. All the light fades within her original smile and she takes a step back, blinking as it hits her, all the fury and rage and denial. But she knows that he wouldn’t lie to her about this. And that’s when the tightness of her throat sets in, when those bright icy eyes soften with a shift of a glassy sheen of tears and her hands drop to her side, the realization hitting her as her hands begin to shake and tremble. “She’s… Gone? Just like that?” Kiada whispers, the sharp pain hitting her heart like thousands of tiny stakes.
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
