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
They could try and try, though Kiada seems as though her mind is made. There’s nothing that can be done, nothing that could be made to sustain her, nothing that could be done to change her. If there were, how is she to know that it wouldn’t be a life of suffering? She can’t tell, she’s unsure if she wants to know. He’d said no bargains, but… If the Old Gods wouldn’t help, what then? The Voice wouldn’t. They were her perfect creations.
She’s resigned to simply enjoying what she has left, she supposes. She just hadn’t expected the realization that Deimos wouldn’t choose to try and stay out of it all, only to be picking a distinguished side. And it cuts deep, cuts her sharply in her chest – because no matter how much he loved her, when there were no other option? She’d still be destroyed in the end, too.
He tries to control his emotions and she tries to make herself less stony, less cold inside, less of a whirlwind that wasn’t sure whether it wanted to fall apart or fall into some sort of destruction. “Okay.” She says softly, believing that he’d try what he could, knowing there were lines he wouldn’t cross, and that she’d have to deal with whatever it was he’s chosen.
Her arms give him a light squeeze before she moves to pull away from him again, her insides hollow, and she almost wishes she could feel her heartbeat if only to feel it sink and thunder within her. “Let me know, okay?”
She’s resigned to simply enjoying what she has left, she supposes. She just hadn’t expected the realization that Deimos wouldn’t choose to try and stay out of it all, only to be picking a distinguished side. And it cuts deep, cuts her sharply in her chest – because no matter how much he loved her, when there were no other option? She’d still be destroyed in the end, too.
He tries to control his emotions and she tries to make herself less stony, less cold inside, less of a whirlwind that wasn’t sure whether it wanted to fall apart or fall into some sort of destruction. “Okay.” She says softly, believing that he’d try what he could, knowing there were lines he wouldn’t cross, and that she’d have to deal with whatever it was he’s chosen.
Her arms give him a light squeeze before she moves to pull away from him again, her insides hollow, and she almost wishes she could feel her heartbeat if only to feel it sink and thunder within her. “Let me know, okay?”
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
