Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
"It's not," Koa reassures her, unable to keep a sympathetic smile from curving at his lips. Not that he knows this - he doesn't have x-ray vision - but he's found it's better focus on the positive end of potentials, in a situation like this.
"Good, that's good." Sensation is a positive, and Koa can feel the knot of dread he's buried in his chest loosen just a touch. "That means it's probably ligaments, or even a muscle tear." This isn't technically his fault, but Ronin's threat of a swift death should he hurt Flora still rings an alarm bell in the poor Dragoon's mind. But then Flora is grabbing at him, and any thoughts of Ronin disappear from his head, replaced by concern for the beautiful woman who lies wounded in his arms.
Well, not in his arms yet. But we can fix that.
"Can you have Spice cool some towels for us? I'm going to take you inside," Koa announces, because out here in the dark hardly seems like a place for this to continue on. Before he has a chance to think better or she a chance to protest, the young Dragoon's muscled arms slip under knees and around her back, pulling her in close.
In an easy motion Koa rises, Flora's body a delicate thing nestled against his chest. "Okay?" the Dragoon confirms softly, gazing down through copper eyes at the face far, far too close to his. He stares for just a breath too long, captivated by her flyaways, the flush upon her skin. And then he realizes he's staring and looks away, clearing his throat and hoping she can't feel it as his thundering heart pounds an unsteady beat.
"Good, that's good." Sensation is a positive, and Koa can feel the knot of dread he's buried in his chest loosen just a touch. "That means it's probably ligaments, or even a muscle tear." This isn't technically his fault, but Ronin's threat of a swift death should he hurt Flora still rings an alarm bell in the poor Dragoon's mind. But then Flora is grabbing at him, and any thoughts of Ronin disappear from his head, replaced by concern for the beautiful woman who lies wounded in his arms.
Well, not in his arms yet. But we can fix that.
"Can you have Spice cool some towels for us? I'm going to take you inside," Koa announces, because out here in the dark hardly seems like a place for this to continue on. Before he has a chance to think better or she a chance to protest, the young Dragoon's muscled arms slip under knees and around her back, pulling her in close.
In an easy motion Koa rises, Flora's body a delicate thing nestled against his chest. "Okay?" the Dragoon confirms softly, gazing down through copper eyes at the face far, far too close to his. He stares for just a breath too long, captivated by her flyaways, the flush upon her skin. And then he realizes he's staring and looks away, clearing his throat and hoping she can't feel it as his thundering heart pounds an unsteady beat.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
