Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Chiming away for a moment
Deprived of the wood and its manual stimulation, Koa's hands curl around empty air. He mulls each word as Ronin speaks it, each little piece of the Knight's advice as precious as mana in a drought. Go back? Stay here? Fight isn't an option, not yet, maybe never for him. But the path is becoming a little clearer, the choices available better defined. It helps to talk to someone about it. Makes him feel less terribly alone.
As for what he's best at? "Following orders," he answers with a wry huff, his fingers now tugging at the hem of his shorts. "I think- no, I know I can keep my head down, but if they were to do something... I kind of have a history of putting my foot in my mouth." He shrugs, grimacing with embarrassment at the memory of his past diplomatic missteps. He's been able to charm his way out of trouble previously, but how do you do that to this sort of beast?
And then there's the fear, because let's face it- that's the real barrier here. Koa is terrified of the Family, of Dahlia and her nameless companion. He's scared to die, or be imprisoned, or have his loved ones taken away. He's scared to share the fate of Sohalia.
Turns out what he should be scared of is the demigod sitting at his side.
Because on the topic of Koa and his misplaced foot... the young man starts and turns toward Ronin, his face growing simultaneously hot and cold as a wave of nausea crashes into him. "Oh," he chokes out, aghast and embarrassed and utterly off guard. "Oh, fuck." Of course Flora talked to him. Gods, what did she say?
Dropping his head into his hands, he lets out a soft groan. "I swear, I never meant to hurt her." And it's true- for all his youthful idiocy, he's never intentionally been an assexcept the couple times he has. He's just a hapless himbo and very, very dumb. "I just can't ever seem to do the right thing," he adds, his voice much smaller and more miserable than he'd ever have liked it to be.
As for what he's best at? "Following orders," he answers with a wry huff, his fingers now tugging at the hem of his shorts. "I think- no, I know I can keep my head down, but if they were to do something... I kind of have a history of putting my foot in my mouth." He shrugs, grimacing with embarrassment at the memory of his past diplomatic missteps. He's been able to charm his way out of trouble previously, but how do you do that to this sort of beast?
And then there's the fear, because let's face it- that's the real barrier here. Koa is terrified of the Family, of Dahlia and her nameless companion. He's scared to die, or be imprisoned, or have his loved ones taken away. He's scared to share the fate of Sohalia.
Turns out what he should be scared of is the demigod sitting at his side.
Because on the topic of Koa and his misplaced foot... the young man starts and turns toward Ronin, his face growing simultaneously hot and cold as a wave of nausea crashes into him. "Oh," he chokes out, aghast and embarrassed and utterly off guard. "Oh, fuck." Of course Flora talked to him. Gods, what did she say?
Dropping his head into his hands, he lets out a soft groan. "I swear, I never meant to hurt her." And it's true- for all his youthful idiocy, he's never intentionally been an ass
Koa Carpenter
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
And see life as a worthy opponent
