when will my sassy ascended return from the war

// i'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //

The young woman absolutely plays along, if for no other reason than (9 hp) she can’t even hear herself think with the way her sensors flare and zing through her mind, wincing as she walks with Neron as if they’re connected at the top. The second the gate comes into view, relief swells through her – protection and cover is what comes to mind first, before suddenly Morgan’s arms are around Neron and Kiada peels herself off to crumble in the snow covered ground, rolling into her back, a hand rising but shaking as she pushes back her dark hair from her face to stare at the dark sky.

“Fucking Noah, Ronin, and Remi were there.” She grits out. “A huge fucking sea creature.” She spits, pushing herself up despite her sensors wailing, hand pressing to her temple as if she’d be able to make it stop, a shimmer of fluid coating her hand and the side of her neck where the X is carved into her skin.

i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire

KIADA