do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
His gaze focuses on her, but it isn’t sharp or narrowed, it’s softer – a more inquisitive question lingering in the shadows there, soon to be uttered in the idea that Chulane may reject her. She’s silent for a brief moment, chewing on the inside of her lip as she curls away internally, uncertain. “Maybe.” Comes the quiet uttering, the anxiety and insecurity slipping out. What if she’d come back too wrong to work it out with him? What if she’d complicated things far too much this way?
She can’t help but to draw silent again, watching him and yet not watching, as he leans forward and his forearms rest on his knees. Her gaze focuses on him, wanting to duck her head behind her drawn up legs that she wraps her arms around. But she doesn’t, and instead she nods. It is all she could offer, it is all she could do. “Okay.” She pauses, brows pinching together slightly before she shakes her head slightly, as if to pull herself out of a trance. “I will.” Comes the agreement, a bit more steel hidden in the undertones of her light voice.
But the anxieties are still there, because she’s asking him if Chulane would even accept her like this, her mind blocking the fact that he’d willingly offered Neron a bite simply to help the ex-Warden survive. And really… That should have told her everything she needed to know about it, but she’d come back too anxious, too worried and bewildered at everything.
Too overwhelmed.
So she unfolds from the chair, moving to stand now and cross the distance between she and Deimos, reaching out to push herself into his embrace again. “I always have you.” She says softly, though with relief. He would accept her either way. As he always had, in mountains such as these when she’d been no older than a preteen, out fighting the world and recruiting.
She can’t help but to draw silent again, watching him and yet not watching, as he leans forward and his forearms rest on his knees. Her gaze focuses on him, wanting to duck her head behind her drawn up legs that she wraps her arms around. But she doesn’t, and instead she nods. It is all she could offer, it is all she could do. “Okay.” She pauses, brows pinching together slightly before she shakes her head slightly, as if to pull herself out of a trance. “I will.” Comes the agreement, a bit more steel hidden in the undertones of her light voice.
But the anxieties are still there, because she’s asking him if Chulane would even accept her like this, her mind blocking the fact that he’d willingly offered Neron a bite simply to help the ex-Warden survive. And really… That should have told her everything she needed to know about it, but she’d come back too anxious, too worried and bewildered at everything.
Too overwhelmed.
So she unfolds from the chair, moving to stand now and cross the distance between she and Deimos, reaching out to push herself into his embrace again. “I always have you.” She says softly, though with relief. He would accept her either way. As he always had, in mountains such as these when she’d been no older than a preteen, out fighting the world and recruiting.
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
