KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
She wants to hide it, so badly, so desperately to swallow it down until it disappears and never sees the light of day again. But she can’t, not with the way she’s focused entirely on the conversation at hand, how it brings up thoughts and memories and hurt and pain and emptiness yawning within her. She tries to hide away in his chest, unsuccessfully so, only pulling away when he does, when he directs their path and she draws quiet, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she tries to focus on anything else.
But they find a place to sit and she stands before him when he takes a seat, when his voice captures her attention and her glassy gaze focuses on him as she chews on the inside of her cheek. The soft touch to her arm, the asking to feel the emotions, and she doesn’t know if he should – if it’s a good idea, if it wouldn’t start to break him too.
She gives in, however, after a moment of pause. Because he’s asked, because he wants to, and she doesn’t know what else to say. So she climbs into his lap, peeling away that blockade between the bond with her and him, trying to let it pour in slowly but she falters when it starts to go – all those feelings swirling and hitting the bond like a flood – grief, sorrow, emptiness, familiarity, to name a few.
It’s a cold and empty feeling, despite the edge of her that knows he’s there for her, that his love is warm to her iceberg cold, but the pain of it all seems to drown it out and leaves her numb.
But they find a place to sit and she stands before him when he takes a seat, when his voice captures her attention and her glassy gaze focuses on him as she chews on the inside of her cheek. The soft touch to her arm, the asking to feel the emotions, and she doesn’t know if he should – if it’s a good idea, if it wouldn’t start to break him too.
She gives in, however, after a moment of pause. Because he’s asked, because he wants to, and she doesn’t know what else to say. So she climbs into his lap, peeling away that blockade between the bond with her and him, trying to let it pour in slowly but she falters when it starts to go – all those feelings swirling and hitting the bond like a flood – grief, sorrow, emptiness, familiarity, to name a few.
It’s a cold and empty feeling, despite the edge of her that knows he’s there for her, that his love is warm to her iceberg cold, but the pain of it all seems to drown it out and leaves her numb.
and you wonder why he lets you,
the butcher
touch him
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
