Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Koa doesn't see it, either, but he feels it, a choking, clawing, bone-deep exhaustion that settles on him thick as dust. A second ago he'd been fresh and eager; now all at once he feels himself beset by fatigue, and rather wanting a nap. At first he tries to shrug it off, ignoring the invisible, crippling wound.
"I've heard about that - in school they told us that when a mortal becomes a demigod they're like, reforged. So they tend to be more vulnerable, shortly afterwards." This had been in reference specifically to the fact that an Ascended demigod would be easiest to kill shortly after being chosen, but he doesn't add that bit.
"Whatever the fuck you did last time worked." He comes back to a defensive position, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the ache. "I feel like I've been kicked by an Ursur." He's breathing heavily already, the words having taken more oxygen from his lungs than they should. It hurts, despite, again, the fact that he'd been perfectly fine a moment before, that she hasn't touched him at all. Koa grits his teeth, aiming another punch - this time, with the intention of healing himself, should it hit.
"I've heard about that - in school they told us that when a mortal becomes a demigod they're like, reforged. So they tend to be more vulnerable, shortly afterwards." This had been in reference specifically to the fact that an Ascended demigod would be easiest to kill shortly after being chosen, but he doesn't add that bit.
"Whatever the fuck you did last time worked." He comes back to a defensive position, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the ache. "I feel like I've been kicked by an Ursur." He's breathing heavily already, the words having taken more oxygen from his lungs than they should. It hurts, despite, again, the fact that he'd been perfectly fine a moment before, that she hasn't touched him at all. Koa grits his teeth, aiming another punch - this time, with the intention of healing himself, should it hit.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
