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
The hands on his cheeks are enough to smooth out any lingering doubts, the celestial touch radiating through Koa's skin, down his spine, infusing him with warmth. He gazes fervently up at Safrin, engrossed as only a fool can be. A fool who wears his heart on his sleeve, who yearns to be molded by hands like these.
Koa laughs then, boyish and shy, his smile pressing the curves of his cheeks deeper into Safrin's hold. "You are too generous, my Lady," he murmurs with a sigh, though with no real protest behind the words. Far be it from him to deny any gift, and opportunity to grasp greater strength. "I want only to be strong enough to be worthy of your regard. Though perhaps-" and he glances down at the bracers, already blessed by Safrin's light, "-you might see fit to extend my reach further? So I can better strike at those who would endanger what I love."
Koa laughs then, boyish and shy, his smile pressing the curves of his cheeks deeper into Safrin's hold. "You are too generous, my Lady," he murmurs with a sigh, though with no real protest behind the words. Far be it from him to deny any gift, and opportunity to grasp greater strength. "I want only to be strong enough to be worthy of your regard. Though perhaps-" and he glances down at the bracers, already blessed by Safrin's light, "-you might see fit to extend my reach further? So I can better strike at those who would endanger what I love."
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
