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 know. He says as he crumbles, as he caves, as tears stream down his face and Kiada wonders if the steam coming off of them into the cold night is from anger or if whether it’s from regret. And all she can do is watch, try to help when it feels like all she’s ever been good at is making things worse. She’s made it worse by coming back. She’s made it worse by choosing the wrong side. But everyone had said she should have been happy with Mort’s Realm, that she should’ve been content to drift in the blackness of comfort and happiness for the rest of eternity.
But she wasn’t.
And the opportunity presented itself in a way much like her mother’s had.
Her hand rises to touch his elbow, to try and offer the comfort there where she can, and he sputters as he pulls her into him, against him – so tight that her face buries into the layers upon layers of furs and the strong pane of his body beneath it all – like a marble statue. He crushes her against him and she doesn’t mind, because she can’t breathe, she can’t feel pain, she could stay there as long as he needed for her to be his crutch.
Only… The conversation is too hard and all Kiada wants to do is run from it when he confirms that no one would deny it, that she hadn’t made it worse.
If she hadn’t made it worse, why was it all falling apart again?
His voice cracks and she shrinks further internally, a tremble within her that she can’t quite keep out – like a chill that races down her spine in the cold despite how she doesn’t feel it. And her arms wrap around him in turn, as if it might be one of the last times they got to do this so freely. “Training will help me on the battlefield, but it won’t… It won’t do anything if she’s gone.” She lets the fear and worry pour into her voice.
“If I don’t have a way to get the fluid, I’ll shut down.” And it will have all been for nothing.
And there’s nothing they can do.
But she wasn’t.
And the opportunity presented itself in a way much like her mother’s had.
Her hand rises to touch his elbow, to try and offer the comfort there where she can, and he sputters as he pulls her into him, against him – so tight that her face buries into the layers upon layers of furs and the strong pane of his body beneath it all – like a marble statue. He crushes her against him and she doesn’t mind, because she can’t breathe, she can’t feel pain, she could stay there as long as he needed for her to be his crutch.
Only… The conversation is too hard and all Kiada wants to do is run from it when he confirms that no one would deny it, that she hadn’t made it worse.
If she hadn’t made it worse, why was it all falling apart again?
His voice cracks and she shrinks further internally, a tremble within her that she can’t quite keep out – like a chill that races down her spine in the cold despite how she doesn’t feel it. And her arms wrap around him in turn, as if it might be one of the last times they got to do this so freely. “Training will help me on the battlefield, but it won’t… It won’t do anything if she’s gone.” She lets the fear and worry pour into her voice.
“If I don’t have a way to get the fluid, I’ll shut down.” And it will have all been for nothing.
And there’s nothing they can do.
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
