maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
In this small room, in a house she'd moved into to escape just such memories, they hold a little celebration of life between their two interconnected ribcages and hold vigil at their modest pulpit, and it's the most sacred thing she has experienced since kneeling in Mort's presence.
"Probably," she laughs quietly into his throat. "Though you'd likely agonize about hurting his feelings the way you do with anyone who seems too nice." And Ru'in with his soft words and tough hands would have more than fit the bill. "He was always very careful around animals, never had any pets or companions of his own. But his best friend had one - I think he enjoyed that." Kiada remains nameless, because they had all been different people then, and she doesn't want to paint the girl in colors that don't fit her any longer. "Traveling though...not so much. He would have loved Halo, though his sister despised the cold." And as such he had gone wherever her whims bid them, but like Hotaru he had found peace and solace in the cold and ice.
"Probably," she laughs quietly into his throat. "Though you'd likely agonize about hurting his feelings the way you do with anyone who seems too nice." And Ru'in with his soft words and tough hands would have more than fit the bill. "He was always very careful around animals, never had any pets or companions of his own. But his best friend had one - I think he enjoyed that." Kiada remains nameless, because they had all been different people then, and she doesn't want to paint the girl in colors that don't fit her any longer. "Traveling though...not so much. He would have loved Halo, though his sister despised the cold." And as such he had gone wherever her whims bid them, but like Hotaru he had found peace and solace in the cold and ice.
