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
Oh, but it wasn’t Deimos’ fault. She had chosen to come back, she’d picked the Ascended side – she had to have realized at some point that the gods would bring them all down to war since the moment the barrier had opened. Still, the Harpy had chosen it. Had chosen life from her peaceful black void where she listlessly floated along. She’d chosen fire and brimstone, and now the costs are arising to the surface.
She just didn’t expect the costs to hurt so much.
He falls apart just as she wishes to fall apart, but neither of them can keep each other together. Not with this wedge driven between them. Not with the realization that Deimos could try and do anything, and her knowing that deep down it would never fix her the way he and the Old Gods wanted her to be fixed. If fixed at all.
She was tainted now, regardless. What else was there for her to do other than fight to try and stay alive? She clings to him just as he clings to her, buries her face into his shoulder, hearing and numbly feeling the vibration of his voice as he grasps at straws, and Kiada’s tired of it. Tired of arguing. Tired of trying to get her point across. So she sags into him, jaw tight enough that her teeth nearly creak.
“Maybe.” She finally decides, a whisper aired into the quiet night amongst the emotions and pain.
She just didn’t expect the costs to hurt so much.
He falls apart just as she wishes to fall apart, but neither of them can keep each other together. Not with this wedge driven between them. Not with the realization that Deimos could try and do anything, and her knowing that deep down it would never fix her the way he and the Old Gods wanted her to be fixed. If fixed at all.
She was tainted now, regardless. What else was there for her to do other than fight to try and stay alive? She clings to him just as he clings to her, buries her face into his shoulder, hearing and numbly feeling the vibration of his voice as he grasps at straws, and Kiada’s tired of it. Tired of arguing. Tired of trying to get her point across. So she sags into him, jaw tight enough that her teeth nearly creak.
“Maybe.” She finally decides, a whisper aired into the quiet night amongst the emotions and pain.
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
