We have highs and we have lows

KIADA

your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;

that you are ruined

There is a lot on her mind. Fixing up her home after LongNight had destroyed part of it, her mother’s death, a combination of trying to ensure that Deimos doesn’t lose it while trying to keep herself together as well, working on repairing a relationship with Bastien and her half sibling that remained here in Caido, a sudden protectiveness that’s overcome Kiada that she hadn’t expected at all.

The walk proves as a nice distraction, her hand in Chulane’s, gaze focused straight ahead on the walk they take. She knows she can be honest with him, knows that she can tell him anything and he’ll understand, and that’s all Kiada can really ask for, isn’t it? The Harpy doesn’t know what she wants to start with, though, her gaze flickering over toward him as he lifts her hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it.

She’s quiet for a moment after his question is aired, trying to figure out where exactly she wants to start. “I’m… Sad I didn’t get a chance to fix my relationship with my mom.” She admits quietly – better to start with the harder things than to delve and spiral deeper. Better to get it off her chest at the beginning.

and you wonder why he lets you,

the butcher

touch him

the sun