divine absolution

KIADA troy falls a thousand times in every dream i dream Her friend began to admit that the quest he was on was something that wasn’t great and she paused briefly, refraining from tilting her head to him in curiosity. Surely if it was something to be trialed for, it must have been something worth changing. She watched with her bright eyes as he shrugged. That’s when she offered him a small laugh again. “Any slight inconvenience is worth fixing, in my eyes at least.” And she offered him another one of their shared roguish grins, allowing him the ability to confide in her of his fears and worries should he so wish. Though she wasn’t one to press others into telling her their secrets – she just figured that since Erebos had known her practically from birth that it would be some sort of silent agreement, a pact, that he wouldn’t think that she’d judge him based off his wishes. But the Rift had changed her just as it had changed him – or perhaps it was the death of his father, the king of the Aurora Basin, cloaked in the same black as his son with a dark rumbling voice and silent stature that continued to haunt him. A dark shadow crossed over her eyes in uncertainty if that was the issue of his confidence right when he raised a brow and returned the grin to her, taking the harpy slightly aback. “But I can’t stand this hissing beard.” And that’s when she realized it was the snakes he was trialing for. To change them back into the soft silk-like furs he bore previously. Another small laugh threatened to leave her chest but she held it back. “Ah. I don’t blame you in the slightest.” Kiada offered to him as honestly as she could. Then, as she mentioned the possibility of both their trial focuses being located in the same area, his smile vanished and instead it was replaced with the cool, level-headed, and stern voice she hardly remembered Erebos having. “Could we be so lucky?” He questioned. And she began to wonder, too, if it were possible that luck was a thing that could happen in the Rift – where the darkest corners invaded your life leaving you with the feeling of being absorbed by it. That sticky black tar that tore at the edges of your soul from living day to day in darkness and hostility and sadness. It weighed heavily, and it broke you down if you so much as gave it a chance. In spite of her thoughts, she simply nodded to him, her smile fading as well as she summoned her flames in a slow roll against her spine. “Here’s hoping.” She whispered to him before she began to hear sounds as well. When Erebos asked her if she heard the voices, she saw the glint of his fur in her small flames as he turned to look at her – his icy eyes so similar to her own. Simply, she nodded, her muscles taut and ready, nearly itching for a fight should the bearers of the voices come down on them. When Erebos turned forward once again, she stepped up alongside him, offering him warmth in the weapon she bore from her spine as well as light in an attempt to guide through the darkness. “Let’s make them pay.” She whispered to him, angling her dark head toward his shoulder. Her white rimmed ears perked to him as she watched him, hoping for some sort of acknowledgement. Were these the spirits his trial asked of him? And if so, was it spirits that could only harm with words or did they bear resemblance to the fallen Helovian family they had left behind? Deep down, Kiada truly didn’t want to know if it were the latter. "Talk." like ashes, like ashes, like a star burning out —

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@Erebos <3