A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
He'd not planned to stay long in Halo. Just drop off some Dragoons and make his way out, ideally before Deimos had a chance to singe off the rest of his hair. But then there's been word of a mission, and Dragoons had been invited to come, and... well, maybe he ought to have delegated this one, but they were stretched thin enough and Koa was determined to pick up the slack.
So he'd bundled up his arms and armaments (yes, the cursed chakram included) and made his way to the meeting point. Quiet and serious, he'd greeted Deimos with a curt nod and an offer to assist, grateful for the hat that covered his cropped hair. The overall mood wasn't one that encouraged chatter, and with disaster upon them the Dragoon hoped that the Sword would let bygones lie.
Koa's strides are long and quiet as he walks along near the back of their group. Though his time in Halo has been quite limited, even he knows that finding a bay pressing into the Tundra is Some Weird Fucking Shit, and that combined with sheer exhaustion has the boy uncharacteristically somber. Concern crushes his chest as he overhears Hadama explaining the damage in Torchline to Deimos, and Koa cannot help his feeling of powerlessness, the overwhelming sense that there's nothing he can do.
So he'd bundled up his arms and armaments (yes, the cursed chakram included) and made his way to the meeting point. Quiet and serious, he'd greeted Deimos with a curt nod and an offer to assist, grateful for the hat that covered his cropped hair. The overall mood wasn't one that encouraged chatter, and with disaster upon them the Dragoon hoped that the Sword would let bygones lie.
Koa's strides are long and quiet as he walks along near the back of their group. Though his time in Halo has been quite limited, even he knows that finding a bay pressing into the Tundra is Some Weird Fucking Shit, and that combined with sheer exhaustion has the boy uncharacteristically somber. Concern crushes his chest as he overhears Hadama explaining the damage in Torchline to Deimos, and Koa cannot help his feeling of powerlessness, the overwhelming sense that there's nothing he can do.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
