princess, with lips made of glass
Yes, this world. Where the previous world she’d been in, the Rift, had done everything it could to slay her down. Had her walking into the equivalent of the river of Styx, watching herself die all in order to save a false god. A wrong god. But she doesn’t delve too far into that, she doesn’t know Chuy all that well aside from his recent arrival, and tendency to try to carry more than he could handle.
She didn’t mind, it helped her meet someone new.
So she nods, a quiet snort leaving her. “That’s a story for next time. I have to keep some of the things about me to myself to bother you later with.” She teases, a hum of laughter leaving her throat as she nods to him for the refill — likely not needing it but she was comfortable here. When was the last time she could effectively say that and truly mean it?
He returns quickly though, poised with another question that has her glacial gaze drifting along him as she takes the glass and leans forward along the table toward him again as she nods. “I have a twin. Not sure where he went in the shuffle. A few other siblings as well that have been lost.” An easy explanation, before her gaze flickers along his face a bit more intensely, as if she’s searching for something when all she’s doing is thinking through the memories. “My mother is here, though. A different version of herself. And I’ve been adopted I suppose you could say, by someone who was from my first world.” She offers, lips curving into a smile.
Because she wasn’t alone, not really, even if it felt like it in the dark of night.
She didn’t mind, it helped her meet someone new.
So she nods, a quiet snort leaving her. “That’s a story for next time. I have to keep some of the things about me to myself to bother you later with.” She teases, a hum of laughter leaving her throat as she nods to him for the refill — likely not needing it but she was comfortable here. When was the last time she could effectively say that and truly mean it?
He returns quickly though, poised with another question that has her glacial gaze drifting along him as she takes the glass and leans forward along the table toward him again as she nods. “I have a twin. Not sure where he went in the shuffle. A few other siblings as well that have been lost.” An easy explanation, before her gaze flickers along his face a bit more intensely, as if she’s searching for something when all she’s doing is thinking through the memories. “My mother is here, though. A different version of herself. And I’ve been adopted I suppose you could say, by someone who was from my first world.” She offers, lips curving into a smile.
Because she wasn’t alone, not really, even if it felt like it in the dark of night.
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
