do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
They walk up the hill, for the most part in silence until she breaks it with a question aired into the cold night. Parts of the walk feel familiar, nostalgic even, minus the missing northern lights in the sky above them. Perhaps occasionally it would happen, a faint glimmer painted along the outer edges as if placed there with a paintbrush, to be looked at and revered fondly and hopefully with relatively good memories.
”You will see” is what she has to go off of, and she trusts him – stuffing down her reaction to falling from the wall in favor for feeling her feet back on the ground, a steadiness she didn’t know she needed. But it was there, it all was there. And so she relaxes to the best of her ability, letting the cool winds that whip up breeze against her skin, the chill lost on her as it pulls her hair this way and that.
But they make it to the top and Deimos stills, Kiada stilling beside him to let her gaze fall along the town spread out below, watching with a soft smile at the closed shops, at the way the fires within the walls of the citadel dance and flicker with the wind, watching the way the lanterns bob in and out as people mill about far below. “This is beautiful, Deimos. Thank you.” She says softly, letting her gaze drift over toward him with that same soft smile – nostalgic, almost reminiscent of the time she’d won his contest of recruiting, of all her times spent in the Threshold, inviting and bringing so many new members to the Basin before her mother had stolen her away.
She reaches out to interlock her arm with his, to rest her head on his shoulder and watch as time passes, as the nostalgia and realization that she’s back wash over her until she realizes how late it is and how there’s still one person she has to go and find, to make sure he realizes she’s alive. But she gives it due time, Deimos wouldn’t be able to get rid of her yet, and when the time feels just right they’re able to meander down the hill again without incident, and she can find pinpoint the location Chulane’s been staying in to go and pay him a visit.
FIN <333
”You will see” is what she has to go off of, and she trusts him – stuffing down her reaction to falling from the wall in favor for feeling her feet back on the ground, a steadiness she didn’t know she needed. But it was there, it all was there. And so she relaxes to the best of her ability, letting the cool winds that whip up breeze against her skin, the chill lost on her as it pulls her hair this way and that.
But they make it to the top and Deimos stills, Kiada stilling beside him to let her gaze fall along the town spread out below, watching with a soft smile at the closed shops, at the way the fires within the walls of the citadel dance and flicker with the wind, watching the way the lanterns bob in and out as people mill about far below. “This is beautiful, Deimos. Thank you.” She says softly, letting her gaze drift over toward him with that same soft smile – nostalgic, almost reminiscent of the time she’d won his contest of recruiting, of all her times spent in the Threshold, inviting and bringing so many new members to the Basin before her mother had stolen her away.
She reaches out to interlock her arm with his, to rest her head on his shoulder and watch as time passes, as the nostalgia and realization that she’s back wash over her until she realizes how late it is and how there’s still one person she has to go and find, to make sure he realizes she’s alive. But she gives it due time, Deimos wouldn’t be able to get rid of her yet, and when the time feels just right they’re able to meander down the hill again without incident, and she can find pinpoint the location Chulane’s been staying in to go and pay him a visit.
FIN <333
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
