KIADA
i'm sorry to interrupt, it's just i'm constantly on the cusp
of trying to kiss you, i don't know if you feel the same as i do
of trying to kiss you, i don't know if you feel the same as i do
Whatever Kiada’s doing – painting more than likely – it stills at Chulane’s explanation of the demon, brows furrowing while her head tilts back toward him briefly, swallowing down the surprise and the similarities of how Kisamoa had managed to grasp her while she was young, promising abilities and gifts and power before sucking them into the Rift (his realm) where the world itself tried to devour them all. So she picks her pace up a bit more, finishing her painting of Melita on the target while Deimos veers back toward her.
Finally she manages to get some drinks, slamming down the two with a huff of laughter given toward Chulane. “Keep it up then.” She teases, flashing him a wink of amusement, a bump of her hip into his own as she goes onto the next task, restuffing the archery targets. However, in the process (she’d grabbed a new needle, don’t worry), she doesn’t entirely feel the paint as it splatters along her skin. She doesn’t feel the chill of it as it soared through the air, she doesn’t feel the impact it makes. But she sees the color in her peripheral, the pale white as it splatters across her nose.
Immediately, iceberg eyes slip around to spy who could have done it – deciding that Deimos was the likely culprit, she smirks through the white paint dotting her skin. “Well that isn’t very Lord-like.” She murmurs, grabbing a paintbrush and abandoning the stuffing for the moment to fling some of Chulane’s red paint his way.
Kiada tries to restuff her target before grabbing a paintbrush and red paint and retaliating against Deimos!
Finally she manages to get some drinks, slamming down the two with a huff of laughter given toward Chulane. “Keep it up then.” She teases, flashing him a wink of amusement, a bump of her hip into his own as she goes onto the next task, restuffing the archery targets. However, in the process (she’d grabbed a new needle, don’t worry), she doesn’t entirely feel the paint as it splatters along her skin. She doesn’t feel the chill of it as it soared through the air, she doesn’t feel the impact it makes. But she sees the color in her peripheral, the pale white as it splatters across her nose.
Immediately, iceberg eyes slip around to spy who could have done it – deciding that Deimos was the likely culprit, she smirks through the white paint dotting her skin. “Well that isn’t very Lord-like.” She murmurs, grabbing a paintbrush and abandoning the stuffing for the moment to fling some of Chulane’s red paint his way.
Kiada tries to restuff her target before grabbing a paintbrush and red paint and retaliating against Deimos!
but we could be together, if you wanted to
do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?
do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
