KOA
Koa has had a lot of concussions, though few as severe as this will turn out to be. Perhaps that's why he's so able to power through it, to keep fighting even as his brain is swelling with impact and bruising, while blood is seeping from his skull. Thick headed, that's what he's always been called. It just happens to be literal in his case.
The iron thread of a soldier's control trembles with tension as glares at the piece of shit who dares to call himself a man. Through the rising haze of redness Koa sees only that sneering face, practically begging for a fist to break it, to wipe that cowardly snarl away. Caught between the warring leashes of wrath and control, the Dragoon takes a heavy step forward, ready to oblige the sniveling shit---
---only to stop as Flora manifests before him, bright as a beacon in the blur of his gaze.
And just like that the anger subsides, leaving Koa exhausted and concussed. He pauses, blinking, suddenly unsteady, confusion clouding his handsome face. "Flora?" Slowly he places a trembling hand over the one she has on his cheek. Why is she so concerned? He's fine. "It isn't that bad," Koa lies, frowning- then wincing as the expression sends shockwaves of pain through his head. "Unh... yeah, okay." It's too hard to think of doing anything else. His head suddenly throbbing, he clings to her fingers, the feel of her skin the only thing grounding him to this plane.
The iron thread of a soldier's control trembles with tension as glares at the piece of shit who dares to call himself a man. Through the rising haze of redness Koa sees only that sneering face, practically begging for a fist to break it, to wipe that cowardly snarl away. Caught between the warring leashes of wrath and control, the Dragoon takes a heavy step forward, ready to oblige the sniveling shit---
---only to stop as Flora manifests before him, bright as a beacon in the blur of his gaze.
And just like that the anger subsides, leaving Koa exhausted and concussed. He pauses, blinking, suddenly unsteady, confusion clouding his handsome face. "Flora?" Slowly he places a trembling hand over the one she has on his cheek. Why is she so concerned? He's fine. "It isn't that bad," Koa lies, frowning- then wincing as the expression sends shockwaves of pain through his head. "Unh... yeah, okay." It's too hard to think of doing anything else. His head suddenly throbbing, he clings to her fingers, the feel of her skin the only thing grounding him to this plane.
With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
