// 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 //
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //
She remains standing there, staring at the fabric, before tentatively reaching out and poking and prodding at a deep scarlet red with little accents of copper-esque leaf-like filigree, loosening an unnecessary breath at the fact that the subject shifts and he comments no further on the topic of Halo just as she comments no further on the state of the war and the sides they’re on.
She can pretend for a little longer she thinks. So she pulls that one forward, head tilting as she considers it. “The pattern here could match the leaves maybe, but still be bright enough to be noticed yet dark enough to not be a beacon.” She murmurs, before shrugging and withdrawing a pale hand, tucking it under the bright fabric she’d picked for herself.
She can pretend for a little longer she thinks. So she pulls that one forward, head tilting as she considers it. “The pattern here could match the leaves maybe, but still be bright enough to be noticed yet dark enough to not be a beacon.” She murmurs, before shrugging and withdrawing a pale hand, tucking it under the bright fabric she’d picked for herself.
i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
