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
What does he love? The things that flash through the young man's mind are what one might expect: a sister, a home, a dragon, a friend. Two young women with cerulean eyes, their faces bright as summertime, their smiles as rich and complicated as his feelings about each. "I love my family," Koa answers softly. "I love Stormbreak, and the people there. I love warm days and the smell of the ocean. I love summer nights and starry skies."
But it isn't the answer she's looking for, and he knows this, knows it as soon as the single word curls out from between her lips. Her grip on his jaw is intoxicating, and as he looks at her through hooded eyes he can feel his pulse in her fingertips. Awed and enamored, Koa finds himself wondering what her lips might taste like - honeysuckle, he thinks, or petrichor. It's a blasphemous thought, and yet he can't help it. She's still a goddess, but somehow also more, real and within reach in a way he never could have dreamed.
"I would love you, Lady. If you would have me." Koa's throat bobs, his hands twitching with the ache to reach for her. He might be young and naive and partially ruled by the chip on his shoulder, but he's not that stupid.
Yet.
But it isn't the answer she's looking for, and he knows this, knows it as soon as the single word curls out from between her lips. Her grip on his jaw is intoxicating, and as he looks at her through hooded eyes he can feel his pulse in her fingertips. Awed and enamored, Koa finds himself wondering what her lips might taste like - honeysuckle, he thinks, or petrichor. It's a blasphemous thought, and yet he can't help it. She's still a goddess, but somehow also more, real and within reach in a way he never could have dreamed.
"I would love you, Lady. If you would have me." Koa's throat bobs, his hands twitching with the ache to reach for her. He might be young and naive and partially ruled by the chip on his shoulder, but he's not that stupid.
Yet.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
