From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
For a moment, Remi just watched. As it was, he didn't want Sam to bite him again. Had there been another way of transferring his powers he would happily have done that instead. Even now he selfishly wondered if he couldn't just protect them both and save himself this misery. But he'd suggested this after all, and either Sam couldn't see his hesitation or simply didn't want to. It was dangerous and this was the best plan of action. Probably.
Maybe?
The alchemist sat facing Sam, crossing his legs. He had to sit a good deal closer than he would have liked, but he made himself do it with a small smile. Remi opened his lips to argue—knowing what to expect was precisely the problem—but simply closed them again and nodded. If this man had loved him, had been with him, why didn't he understand what Remi was going through? Had the alchemist really changed so much because of the removal of a few people from his life?
As Sam took his hand again, Remi tried to relax. However the ascended's words were like a knife into the very heart of his insecurities. I can't put us through this again just meant you have to.
The reopening of the wounds only hurt for the ghost of an instant before euphoria rained down once again. Through his torment, Remi tried to focus on what was needed, that this was for their protection and safety. The longer he forced himself to remain, the better he felt. His hand relaxed entirely in Sam's grasp and a low moan escaped from his lips. The only way to endure was to submit to this, and as he did, he felt himself leaning forwards slightly, heat rushing into his cheeks as a familiar and demanding sort of need burned brightly in his belly. Blood hammered in his ears and from behind his closed eyelids bright splatters of colour appeared and dissolved into a crescendo of pleasure.
Яemi
But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.