when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them all
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
She winds her arms around his neck and he pulls her even closer, his bright gaze dropping like copper stones into the sea of her blue. Stillness surrounds them, the promise of potential - he wants to tell her that he’s sorry, that he’ll protect her better if she gives him a chance. He wants to cup her chin and kiss her, to drown out the noise of their respective heartaches with a youthful promise and the heat of hope. If only they could wipe away the bullshit, replace it with something clean and real.
They don’t. Flora’s hand falls, and Koa’s face follows, his heartbeat heavy as distance breathes between them. Recapturing the fallen hand, the Dragoon finds himself staring down at it, his calloused thumb brushing lightly across her pale knuckles, and the rings that sparkle therein. He feels weary, wishful for something that might have been and resigned to that which isn’t.
“I’m grateful you didn’t disappear,” Koa finds himself murmuring, a muted smile pulling sadly at the side of his lips. “You shouldn’t have to hide from anyone. Least of all from me.” And as the host calls out that the time has come to switch your partner!, Koa lifts up Flora’s fingers, pressing them to his lips. He doesn’t ask her to stay with him, doesn’t beg her to try again.
Maybe their chance is gone forever.
Maybe there never was one at all.
They don’t. Flora’s hand falls, and Koa’s face follows, his heartbeat heavy as distance breathes between them. Recapturing the fallen hand, the Dragoon finds himself staring down at it, his calloused thumb brushing lightly across her pale knuckles, and the rings that sparkle therein. He feels weary, wishful for something that might have been and resigned to that which isn’t.
“I’m grateful you didn’t disappear,” Koa finds himself murmuring, a muted smile pulling sadly at the side of his lips. “You shouldn’t have to hide from anyone. Least of all from me.” And as the host calls out that the time has come to switch your partner!, Koa lifts up Flora’s fingers, pressing them to his lips. He doesn’t ask her to stay with him, doesn’t beg her to try again.
Maybe their chance is gone forever.
Maybe there never was one at all.
Koa Carpenter
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
