troy falls a thousand times // in every dream i dream
It’s an effect that bounces back toward her as he grins to her, sparking a chime of laughter from her throat as she listens to his story. “Were you worried he would toss you out if you weren’t?” She asks, before a secondary thought occurs to her and she leans toward him as they walk, still trying to stifle her laughter. “Honestly, I can’t imagine you not being polite.” A bounce of her eyebrow seems to suggest she can’t imagine him as anything else but the perfect gentleman, more than ready to please.
And she can confirm that he certainly has.
The muscles in her calves strain as the slope upward starts to take effect and she’s grateful for the hand he offers her, snatching it up as she traverses the uneven ground, using him as leverage to keep her from twisting an ankle at the very least. “That’s a fair point.” She offers to him, looking over to him with understanding as she nearly steps into a shallow hole prepped to twist her ankle, recovering quickly enough to give his hand a tight squeeze, shaking her head at herself despite the smile when she goes to answer his question.
She already knows at this point that Fox knows who he is, so there’s no use in beating around the bush. “No, he’s in Halo.” A place she can’t go comfortably, even if she’s made the trek once with the jacket Deimos had made her. “His name is Deimos.” And she looks at him to await the reaction, iceberg eyes scanning him for everything she expects to see dance across his face.
And she can confirm that he certainly has.
The muscles in her calves strain as the slope upward starts to take effect and she’s grateful for the hand he offers her, snatching it up as she traverses the uneven ground, using him as leverage to keep her from twisting an ankle at the very least. “That’s a fair point.” She offers to him, looking over to him with understanding as she nearly steps into a shallow hole prepped to twist her ankle, recovering quickly enough to give his hand a tight squeeze, shaking her head at herself despite the smile when she goes to answer his question.
She already knows at this point that Fox knows who he is, so there’s no use in beating around the bush. “No, he’s in Halo.” A place she can’t go comfortably, even if she’s made the trek once with the jacket Deimos had made her. “His name is Deimos.” And she looks at him to await the reaction, iceberg eyes scanning him for everything she expects to see dance across his face.
KIADA
( like ashes, like ashes // like a star burning out )
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
