wound relentlessly

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Slowly, perhaps too slowly, the Harpy realizes that he’s not joking or lying, and she wonders if perhaps it is possible in some strange wonky timeline ordeal that she’s here too. They remain on the ground, his eyes shifting to the tops of his knees as he regards her. He snorts, and he speaks, and she finds the smirk that’s adorned her face to begin to fall as confusion takes over. As the revelation hits her, she believes him. That strange part of her drawn to him (even harder now) believes him with every bit of her. He continues, however, no humor or laughter or dark mechanisms that he can use like a puppet on a string. And her brows furrow further as she crosses her arms, regards him as Auni approaches and rests his head on her leg. “Is she like you?” She questions, her gaze sharp and narrow, that predatory look reflects in her eyes from her avian other half. “From a different place, a different version of you?” She questions quietly – because she wants to know, she needs to know. Will her mother remember her? Or is it a different thing, like Deimos, where he has no children. She can’t make sense of it, and she hopes somewhat deep down that the woman has forgotten her – it will make it easier, to start new without the constant drowning of everything else. But then… Then she wonders, too, if she looks anything like her – if the body she has found herself in resembles anything like the strange timeline of her mother. And if her mother had come, had her father? Twin? Siblings? Absently, she strokes Auni’s head as she thinks, ponders the possibilities and awaits the answers she seeks. It is now Deimos' turn to destroy her too. but i flicker from time to time.