Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
Think of the handsome devil and he shall appear.
Koa has been doing a lot of thinking - not his usual forte, I know. But if there's one thing having your life totally upended will do, it's open up your eyes, and make you realize some of the ways in which you're being an ass. And though it had taken time for Koa to shake the decision paralysis brought on by his traumatic exile, he's since been able to restructure his thoughts, to gather perspective and think outside his head.
Which has brought him here.
There was much agonizing over how, exactly, he would approach Flora, but in the end the Dragoon had decided that simple would be best. No gaudy displays, no secret baubles: just him, Koa, earnest and honest, his hat quite literally in his hands. The path to Flora's house is surprisingly unfamiliar - Koa isn't sure he's ever properly visited, not a great sign - and as he makes his way up it he is both relieved and terrified to find Flora already outside. It means he cannot run away, the thing she has so often accused him of and has never wanted to do more than now today. Her back is to him, her arms upstretched. For a moment he imagines what it might be like to come up from behind and snake an arm around her, to pull her close against his chest and chuckle when she squeals. He can almost hear it, almost feel it.
But then he thinks of his talk with Ronin, and the instinct fades.
So he stops at a respectful distance and loudly clears his throat. "Hey, Flora." Pip trills cheerfully up to Spice, eyeing her frenemy with wary playfulness. "Need a hand with that?" Koa proceeds to offer- which wasn't the thing he was supposed to say, but now that he's here standing before her he finds it impossible to come out with that ever-dreaded, We need to talk.
Koa has been doing a lot of thinking - not his usual forte, I know. But if there's one thing having your life totally upended will do, it's open up your eyes, and make you realize some of the ways in which you're being an ass. And though it had taken time for Koa to shake the decision paralysis brought on by his traumatic exile, he's since been able to restructure his thoughts, to gather perspective and think outside his head.
Which has brought him here.
There was much agonizing over how, exactly, he would approach Flora, but in the end the Dragoon had decided that simple would be best. No gaudy displays, no secret baubles: just him, Koa, earnest and honest, his hat quite literally in his hands. The path to Flora's house is surprisingly unfamiliar - Koa isn't sure he's ever properly visited, not a great sign - and as he makes his way up it he is both relieved and terrified to find Flora already outside. It means he cannot run away, the thing she has so often accused him of and has never wanted to do more than now today. Her back is to him, her arms upstretched. For a moment he imagines what it might be like to come up from behind and snake an arm around her, to pull her close against his chest and chuckle when she squeals. He can almost hear it, almost feel it.
But then he thinks of his talk with Ronin, and the instinct fades.
So he stops at a respectful distance and loudly clears his throat. "Hey, Flora." Pip trills cheerfully up to Spice, eyeing her frenemy with wary playfulness. "Need a hand with that?" Koa proceeds to offer- which wasn't the thing he was supposed to say, but now that he's here standing before her he finds it impossible to come out with that ever-dreaded, We need to talk.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
