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
You know that moment right after a toddler falls down? When they're sat on the ground, blinking bemusedly, clearly unable to comprehend gravity in any meaningful way? And behind their eyes you can see their tiny little brains struggling to decide on an appropriate reaction: laugh, cry, scream, hit the ground because how dare it hurt them like this, maybe just lie down and accept death?
Turns out it happens to grown-ups, too. Or, at least, to Koa. Who basically counts.
It's only a second, maybe two. And then the stunned paralysis cracks, and the Dragoon begins to laugh. A chuckle, first, but the snowball is rolling, and pretty soon he's doubled over, roaring a full-blown belly laugh. "You-- you--- Ludo's taint-- YOU HIT ME WITH A DUCK!" Tears sting at his eyes, cling to his lashes, but still the young man cackles and howls, a much-needed wave of catharsis washing away any self control.
By the time he's able to regain any composure he's leaning on the massive rubber mallard, his high cheeks rosy and chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. "Okay. I'm good," Koa gasps, grinning maniacally at Melita and wiping tears off of his face with the back of his hand. "I'm-- shit." He battles to get out through his giggles, expression finally schooling into something moderately serious. "Nope. I'm good. It's good. Just need to do one thing..."
He snatches up the rainbow duck, hurtling it toward the Honeybee's head before succumbing once more to the absurdity of the situation, his laughter warm and bright.
Turns out it happens to grown-ups, too. Or, at least, to Koa. Who basically counts.
It's only a second, maybe two. And then the stunned paralysis cracks, and the Dragoon begins to laugh. A chuckle, first, but the snowball is rolling, and pretty soon he's doubled over, roaring a full-blown belly laugh. "You-- you--- Ludo's taint-- YOU HIT ME WITH A DUCK!" Tears sting at his eyes, cling to his lashes, but still the young man cackles and howls, a much-needed wave of catharsis washing away any self control.
By the time he's able to regain any composure he's leaning on the massive rubber mallard, his high cheeks rosy and chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. "Okay. I'm good," Koa gasps, grinning maniacally at Melita and wiping tears off of his face with the back of his hand. "I'm-- shit." He battles to get out through his giggles, expression finally schooling into something moderately serious. "Nope. I'm good. It's good. Just need to do one thing..."
He snatches up the rainbow duck, hurtling it toward the Honeybee's head before succumbing once more to the absurdity of the situation, his laughter warm and bright.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
