do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
She doesn’t know what she wants to do. She doesn’t know whether she wants to rush toward Deimos, to embrace him and comment that it wasn’t his fault – that he couldn’t have known that the door would do that – hadn’t known to warn the Ascended from touching it just in case. Shouldn’t they have known? Figured it out? Considering the fact the creatures that roamed LongNight were terrible creatures of the darkness were essentially first generation Ascendeds?
Her heart hurts, it hurts to look at Deimos, an open yawning void she hadn’t felt since the day she’d failed in her attempts to get Ru’in back. It hurts everywhere and she’s frozen in place as the tears spill over pale wind chapped cheeks. ”There will be a pyre.” A farewell when she’d missed out on so much attempts to make it better. She thought she’d have longer, to regain that connection with her mother instead of her rebellious youthfulness trying to prove she didn’t need her.
She realizes now that she possibly needed her mother more than she’d let on. And she could rage and scream and cry as much as she wanted, but it’d do no good. Her hand lifts to wipe at her cheeks, to brush away the tears and avert her gaze from Deimos when Chulane’s hand warms her shoulder, and she shudders out an exhale.
Deimos didn’t approach her, she knows why, but it still hurts too.
So she turns toward Chuy, keeping her composure the best she can, hating the fact that she’s crying and he has to witness this, but still being thankful he was here regardless for it, even if she’d yet to introduce him to Deimos more officially. So she squeezes his arm, a silent pulse of ‘hang on’ to Chulane as she turns her shaking and shuddering attention toward Deimos, stepping a few steps to him and diving into him again. I’m sorry. She tells him, though it’s able to be heard by Chulane as well. You… You didn’t know.
Her heart hurts, it hurts to look at Deimos, an open yawning void she hadn’t felt since the day she’d failed in her attempts to get Ru’in back. It hurts everywhere and she’s frozen in place as the tears spill over pale wind chapped cheeks. ”There will be a pyre.” A farewell when she’d missed out on so much attempts to make it better. She thought she’d have longer, to regain that connection with her mother instead of her rebellious youthfulness trying to prove she didn’t need her.
She realizes now that she possibly needed her mother more than she’d let on. And she could rage and scream and cry as much as she wanted, but it’d do no good. Her hand lifts to wipe at her cheeks, to brush away the tears and avert her gaze from Deimos when Chulane’s hand warms her shoulder, and she shudders out an exhale.
Deimos didn’t approach her, she knows why, but it still hurts too.
So she turns toward Chuy, keeping her composure the best she can, hating the fact that she’s crying and he has to witness this, but still being thankful he was here regardless for it, even if she’d yet to introduce him to Deimos more officially. So she squeezes his arm, a silent pulse of ‘hang on’ to Chulane as she turns her shaking and shuddering attention toward Deimos, stepping a few steps to him and diving into him again. I’m sorry. She tells him, though it’s able to be heard by Chulane as well. You… You didn’t know.
the world fears you
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
