thousand times I've fallen

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing He pecks at her hands – but she’s seen worse, already her hands covered in scars from blades and other tragedies she’s been caught up in. It does little to curb her attempts at wrapping himself in his wings, of pulling him to her chest and tugging him along. She’s seen so much worse than anything he could do to her. So she makes it inside her room, clicking the door shut behind her, setting him atop the bed and finally ending up taking a seat across from it, watching as he goes to hide himself away from her. She doesn’t mind, she’s done the same hasn’t she? At least the last time she’d had Deimos there to give her that wall to hide behind, that mask and shelter she so desperately wanted. And so she says nothing, simply waits for the knock of the healers when they arrive, opening the door and remaining on the inside of it as they rush over toward the raven. Her arms fold across her chest, fiddling with the ends of her hair before she runs a hand through the long dark tresses, exhaustion lingering on her face. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d