From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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A small frown creased his features as she spoke of breaking her leg, the thought of Kia hurting in any way not something he enjoyed at all. A life of trauma, of disaster after disaster - the mere season that he had been here already had given him a glimpse of what life was like here in Caido, he could only imagine what those who had been here longer had gone through (and what the future might have in store for him).
"It sounds like an event worth seeing at least once," he said thoughtfully, reaching to sit his hand beside hers on the table, always near, though not overbearingly so."But I feel it would be prudent to ensure it was in a safe location beforehand." He added wth a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth for a second. "And I wouldn't want to go alone," he mentioned with a shrug, running the back of his fingers along her knuckles with idle affection.
"Fiat Lux... wait, isn't that the event you kissed your almost-aunt at?" His gaze focused sharply on her, a brow raised in playful enquiry, as he offered her another distraction, another semblance of normal conversation on an otherwise hard and difficult day.
it is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers
“The first Fiat Lux I went to was lovely.” She agrees quietly, taking another small sip of water, before nodding thoughtfully in agreement. So long as it was safe, no threat of mud monsters appearing to destroy and wreck what otherwise would have been a wonderful and beautiful day? Sure, she’d go. She might be… Strange during it, but she’d at least try to go and enjoy herself.
So she lets her gaze flicker along Chulane’s face while she considers it, a small nod and a smile given to the hand that trails along her knuckles. “Then if we can ensure it, we’ll go.” She agrees softly, a small smile lingering on her face in response. The smile that lingers on her face shifts toward something almost exasperated as she sets the glass down and runs a hand through her hair with a small sigh.
“I didn’t know until after.” She replies a bit wryly, a huff of laughter leaving her. “I also kissed Lily.” She mumbles half under her breath, unsure of Chulane might remember the other red haired woman at the funeral for her mother – the one who’d spoken out about her mother with exceptional kindness and love.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
He'd never want to pressure her into anything she didn't want to do, and besides, he'd had a glimpse at the power of the supernatural forces at play in this world - if he could avoid such confrontations moving forward, he would haha like that'll ever happen. He appreciated that she was willing to be there for him, that with the assurance of double- and triple-checking the safety of the event first, they could both go, experience and hopefully enjoy the event this year.
He echoes her laughter with his own soft chuckle at her reaction, grinning a shit-eating grin for a moment before it softens into something vaguely confused for a moment as he tries to identify this Lily. "Oh," he said softly, before clarifying, "the red-head?" He'd noticed her, inasmuch as he'd noticed everyone who attended, though the majority of his attention had been on Kia, and Deimos, and the 'step-father' figure who he'd not met yet but felt a great deal of sorrow for regardless.
The funeral was at the forefront of his mind again, the weight of the day settling over the room once more. Putting his own cup of water aside on the table, he reached to hold her hand in his again, thumb trailing along the back of hers. "You are very kiss-able," he commented softly, his mouth quirking into a ghost of a smirk, as he tried to navigate the complicated and heavy emotions of the day.
it is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers
“The red head.” Kiada confirms with a small laugh, a rise and fall of her shoulders before she takes another sip of her water. And while Chulane’s thoughts might have drifted back to the funeral, Kiada’s do not, they shift toward the possibility of a better Fiat Lux – held not in the space where so many had perished last time – held, perhaps, in a place far more beautiful and welcoming that might make the day more bearable.
She almost doesn’t notice when his thumb strokes along her knuckles, but when she realizes what he’s saying she focuses on him – setting the glass down and giving his hand a soft squeeze in response – leaning back in her chair a bit and sticking a leg out as she considers him. “Am I?” She questions with an amused smile along her face, a shrug of her shoulders as if she’d need more convincing. “That was the first time I ever kissed a woman.” She comments thoughtfully – how that day she’d gotten to kiss two.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
If it wasn't for her, he might've tripped up, might've gotten lost in the emotions he always struggled to navigate, so used to just shoving them aside, letting them build up until they were unmanageable. But with her, he was able to feel them, to ride them out, to continue to live in the moment, to let them shift into something lighter, something more playful - that it was alright to feel that way, to move on, to live life.
Her laugh brings him back, summons his own humour, his own smile returning to his lips as thought shift to more playful things. And when she questions his statement, he leans in close to her, murmuring a low "Yes, you are," before pressing a slow and deliberate kiss to her cheek, shifting in his seat to be closer to her, to sling an arm around her, to hold her hand still with the other.
He could keep kissing her, could let his kiss linger on forever, have it explore her form as it had so many times before. But when he was done, he just lingered close instead, hearing her talk of kissing girls, of kissing people other than him. There was no jealousy in him, for she was with him now, but there was a cheeky sort of amusement behind his eyes as he thought of it. "Hope they know how lucky they were," he whispered from his close proximity, a smirk on his lips, his tone soft and low.
it is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers
There’s a small laugh that slips from her again as he agrees, pressing a kiss to her cheek that she leans into gently, hand shifting in his to squeeze his own and settles into the space he gives her as his arm wraps around her, providing warmth and love within the simple gesture. She sets the glass on the table and leans into him further, head propped gently on his shoulder.
His comment sparks a small flush to cross her cheeks – still finding herself not lucky, not worthy, but she knows that he views her as such. And really, that’s all that matters. He cares, he’s there for her, and she couldn’t have wished for anything or anyone better. Her head nuzzles into his chest a bit more before she tilts her head up to look at him. “I’m pretty lucky to have you, Chuy.” She replies equally quiet, soft, gentle and tender in all the ways it needs to be.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
It was a peaceful scene, for all the emotions and turmoil that got them there. He reflected on their day, on their time together as a whole, on what had brought them here so far, and on what the future might hold for them. It was risky, he knew, to think of the future in a place like Caido, but one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted Kia to be in his.
He watched her blush as he had so many times before when he'd given her a compliment, or rather, spoken what he believed to be a truth. He'd keep giving them to her for as long as he could, until she believed him or until his voice broke, whichever came first (and he was confident in his voice's ability to speak truths about Kia forever).
It was just a time to sit, to exist in each other's company. He gives a squeeze when she comments on being lucky to have him, tilting his head that it might rest atop hers. A sigh fills his lungs as he breathes a deep intake of her, letting the moment just be, for as long as they could.
Fin <3
it is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers
