KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;
that you are ruined
“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.
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
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
