Flying High

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire Kiada practically beamed at him as he mentioned that they should do it more often. Her own breathing was finally getting under control as she nodded her head to him. “I agree.” She flashed another grin his way, leaning slightly into him as he stood beside her after kissing her cheek where the blood had dripped. She savored the gentleness of his touch, of the velveteen feeling his maw left behind. She looked at him, then, as his voice continued to rumble, telling her that she was perfect. She wanted to scoff at it, to tell him that it was far from the truth, that if he knew the monster that dwelled beneath her skin that she kept on a tight leash at all times, that he would think differently. Life in the Rift had been hard, but it had buried that darkness beneath her flesh, the darkness that wanted to torment and destroy and create. But she kept her mouth shut as she grinned at him, her eyes roaming over his body, seeing the evidence of everything they had done. “You are far too kind, Roscorro.” She murmured to him, pressing her face gently in his shoulder. After the Harpy felt dry enough, she allowed herself to tell Khairi that he could return. The bird wasn’t pleased about being left outside, but he understood. He could feel the emotion she was feeling and decided that staying away was best. So he flew in the open mouth of the cave, drying off his feathers the best he could from the flame, looking at the two of them expectantly. “I think it’s time to rest, but we probably shouldn’t stay here much longer.” She offered Roscorro, her icy eyes remaining on Khairi on the other side of the flames.   She lifted her head high toward Roscorro, her lips near his ear as she began to whisper in his ear. “I do hope that we remember this.” She offered him with a wink before moving away from his side, the heat from the fire and him feeling foreign and cold where it no longer remained. “Shall we?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, beaming at him. She would leave with him if he wanted, but she didn’t want to sleep in these caves, drunk on the opium that flowed through each cave. Who knew what would happen the longer she remained high. Then, after waiting for an answer, she and Khairi headed toward the open cave mouth. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold. Kiada

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@Roscorro, Kiada out <3 THIS WAS A BLAST WE MUST DO IT AGAIN