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
“I can’t forget it either but I can try to make changes from being within.” She says abruptly, with all the strength she can muster in her words. “She gave me another chance, Deimos.” She shuts her jaw tight, her teeth clicking together with an audible sound as she tries to comprehend what’s happening. She was a victim of the blight, she was a victim of LongNight, of monsters stealing faces and hearts of those that she loved. And yet? She’d fought them this last LongNight. She’d watched as Nate killed a boggart wearing Sunjata’s face just as Kiada had killed Ru’in once upon a time.
And through it all? She’d realized one important thing. That Wessex wasn’t the voice of the Voice. And that perhaps the Wraith had been right when she’d said she needed to talk to the goddess, to find out what she was like. Perhaps Kiada needed to simply try to find a space to carve into, given that she’d likely die anyway.
“She brought me back to life.” She adds on, an iridescent sheen of tears that spring to her eyes have her stubbornly blinking them away as he begins to collapse in on himself. And she wants to help him, she wants to be there for him just as he had been there for her so many times. It hurts and fractures her within, barbs pointed and sharpened in all the spaces she thought she’d had guarded.
Perhaps she’d been a fool to trust it in the first place. Perhaps she’d been right when she’d kept her walls up so high. To stop getting hurt again and again. Perhaps it was always to end like this. Perhaps she should have never come back, never should have given this difficulty between them. Perhaps she should’ve died and stayed dead if only to not have to watch him crumble in on himself again.
She steps toward him, hands removed out of her pockets again, reaching out for his elbow and his arm, fighting the tears in her gaze as she tries to offer something of sympathy. “I love you too.” She breathes, her voice shaking, her fingers trembling. “But what do I do?” She asks, quietly, stubbornly pushing through the way her throat wishes to constrict around everything. “I-I can’t live without her.” She gets it, how difficult it is. “There is no fixing this. I wanted this to come back to you and Chulane and Hotaru… And… And I just made it worse. I shouldn’t…” She shakes her head, bites at her lower lip. “The war is coming and I will die if the Voice is destroyed and there's nothing I can do about it but wait. I don't... I don't want to die again. Not yet. But I will.”
And through it all? She’d realized one important thing. That Wessex wasn’t the voice of the Voice. And that perhaps the Wraith had been right when she’d said she needed to talk to the goddess, to find out what she was like. Perhaps Kiada needed to simply try to find a space to carve into, given that she’d likely die anyway.
“She brought me back to life.” She adds on, an iridescent sheen of tears that spring to her eyes have her stubbornly blinking them away as he begins to collapse in on himself. And she wants to help him, she wants to be there for him just as he had been there for her so many times. It hurts and fractures her within, barbs pointed and sharpened in all the spaces she thought she’d had guarded.
Perhaps she’d been a fool to trust it in the first place. Perhaps she’d been right when she’d kept her walls up so high. To stop getting hurt again and again. Perhaps it was always to end like this. Perhaps she should have never come back, never should have given this difficulty between them. Perhaps she should’ve died and stayed dead if only to not have to watch him crumble in on himself again.
She steps toward him, hands removed out of her pockets again, reaching out for his elbow and his arm, fighting the tears in her gaze as she tries to offer something of sympathy. “I love you too.” She breathes, her voice shaking, her fingers trembling. “But what do I do?” She asks, quietly, stubbornly pushing through the way her throat wishes to constrict around everything. “I-I can’t live without her.” She gets it, how difficult it is. “There is no fixing this. I wanted this to come back to you and Chulane and Hotaru… And… And I just made it worse. I shouldn’t…” She shakes her head, bites at her lower lip. “The war is coming and I will die if the Voice is destroyed and there's nothing I can do about it but wait. I don't... I don't want to die again. Not yet. But I will.”
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
