K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
The plan had been a fun night off, maybe an impromptu boxing match, but of course the rain had other ideas. Forced to duck inside the church or be washed away off the cliffs, the pair had chosen the former. Koa is hardly what one might consider pious. His work is his religion, the training field his church. But there comes a time in every young man's life when he must shelter from a storm, and where better to find solace in these dark hours of tumult than the house of the Gods?
No, seriously- Trinity Temple is a great place to wait out the rain.
It's quiet, for one.
The young Dragoon and his companion have taken over a pew, their combined lengths extending nearly the full length of the bench. Both are dozing, haven given up on getting to the Houses anytime soon, and it takes Koa a moment to realize someone else has come in. He debates not moving - isn't in the mood to put on a professional face - but then recognition has him blinking, a sly smile slipping over his face.
"It's considered very rude, being loud in a church." Koa rises and twists around toward Tal, arms draped over the back of the pew. "Gods need their beauty sleep, too." His grin is bright and teasing, though his dark mop of tousled hair betrays just who was actually getting that beauty sleep.
No, seriously- Trinity Temple is a great place to wait out the rain.
It's quiet, for one.
The young Dragoon and his companion have taken over a pew, their combined lengths extending nearly the full length of the bench. Both are dozing, haven given up on getting to the Houses anytime soon, and it takes Koa a moment to realize someone else has come in. He debates not moving - isn't in the mood to put on a professional face - but then recognition has him blinking, a sly smile slipping over his face.
"It's considered very rude, being loud in a church." Koa rises and twists around toward Tal, arms draped over the back of the pew. "Gods need their beauty sleep, too." His grin is bright and teasing, though his dark mop of tousled hair betrays just who was actually getting that beauty sleep.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
