The ghosts coming closer capture the harpy’s attention, her iceberg gaze focusing on them as if in a quiet dare even as she snickers and shrugs and continues. Her attention continues to linger on them as they drift past, until he catches her gaze again when his deep voice rumbles. “Please do.” She hums with another soft little laugh, sighing at the end before she runs a hand through her hair.
“The less of that kind of thing, the better for me.” She says as if she wasn’t entirely prepared to just go off on someone. She was more than capable and prepared, and if it meant the way she lived vastly improved, well, she’d do whatever it took to ensure it. But these are all things that Deimos doesn’t need her to say – already inherently familiar with her and what had happened that she only offers him a sweet smile, as if the underlying theme wasn’t that she did have some appreciation for bloodthirstiness.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
