Koa
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
I didn't, he wants to say, or She came to me, or even the ever-obnoxious cop-out of It's complicated! There are so many things he wants to say to her, so many things he hasn't said because he's young and dumb and stubborn and proud, with a chip on his shoulder a mile deep. Yes, he held a candle for Sohalia, kept going back at every love kernel - because Soh was soft and pure and unobtainable, someone that, deep deep down, Koa knows he can never touch.Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
And thus, never break.
But Flora, with her tongue as sharp as her poisoned blades, with her soul like a wildfire and her hidden, porcelain heart? Flora, who he's always thought of as a sea-salt breeze? Every time they touch they leave new imprints, scars like handprints on the bloom of naivete. It's painful, and difficult, and beautiful, and real.
You're worth staying for, Koa wants to tell her, needs to tell her, but the words are drowned in pride.
He clings to Pipsqueak that much tighter, jaw set stubbornly as Flora's anger washes between them like a flood. His face tingles with a flush as hot as if she'd slapped him - which, in a sense, she has. Burying his free hand in the sand, the Dragoon tries to ground himself as the world reels. "You're right," he answers finally, eyes still fixed on the ashy sand. "I fucked up. Believe me, I know I did. But I want... I'm going to make it right." Is he talking about Soh's kidnapping, or something closer to home? At long last Koa looks back at her, meeting that cerulean gaze with
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
