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
"'s fine. It's what we're here for." He tries a reassuring grin that comes out rather haggard. Weak and tired and maybe half dead, that's how Koa feels.
It gets better when he lands a hit- not because he's damaged Mel, but because he's healed himself. It's one of his first times properly testing out the gloves, and the success is brightly satisfying. "Neat," he declared, holding up his wrapped fists for Melita to observe. "Ludo made them. One hurts, one heals. Not bad in a pinch, right?"
The description is met with a round of applause from their ghost audience. Taken off guard and unsure of how else to respond, Koa bends into a stilted half-bow, his handsome face bemused. "Um... thanks?"
It gets better when he lands a hit- not because he's damaged Mel, but because he's healed himself. It's one of his first times properly testing out the gloves, and the success is brightly satisfying. "Neat," he declared, holding up his wrapped fists for Melita to observe. "Ludo made them. One hurts, one heals. Not bad in a pinch, right?"
The description is met with a round of applause from their ghost audience. Taken off guard and unsure of how else to respond, Koa bends into a stilted half-bow, his handsome face bemused. "Um... thanks?"
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
