KOA
"You do?" Even though he'd known it - or strongly suspected, at least - having confirmation is something entirely different. I really like you is a thunderbolt in his brain, sending a surge of electricity dancing from the throbbing head to his tingling toes. He brightens, visibly, a warm glow suffusing his sallow skin, his grip on her tightening as he fights the urge to pull her in against his chest, to abandon further mature conversation in favor of pressing his lips to hers.
He laughs when she does, bright and boyish despite the pain still radiating from the wound on his head. "But I love your laugh," he protests automatically, firelight dancing in his metal eyes. In that moment he thinks he would give anything to keep her laughing forever, to hold them on the precipice of actually trying to make this work---
But ah, reality catches up then, with Flora's eyes dropping away from his. He doesn't stop her, though he desperately wants to, to clasp her chin and raise her face up and kiss away those fears. Ignoring the mess they've made of their relationship- that's what's made things go so wrong. If Koa wants this to work, he will need to be patient. To prove he's choosing her; to let her choose him.
Except then she's talking about their wedding, and Koa turns a hysterical shade of purple as panic blows whistles in his ears. His laugh is strangled, though not with any sort of displeasure. It's not as though he dislikes the thought. But- "Kinda early to worry about all that, isn't it?!" Still a man, still a boy; the idea of marriage is a distant and vaguely terrifying prospect, especially given where they are now. "Maybe we start somewhere smaller? I still owe you dinner. Y'know, as congratulations for being Queen."
He laughs when she does, bright and boyish despite the pain still radiating from the wound on his head. "But I love your laugh," he protests automatically, firelight dancing in his metal eyes. In that moment he thinks he would give anything to keep her laughing forever, to hold them on the precipice of actually trying to make this work---
But ah, reality catches up then, with Flora's eyes dropping away from his. He doesn't stop her, though he desperately wants to, to clasp her chin and raise her face up and kiss away those fears. Ignoring the mess they've made of their relationship- that's what's made things go so wrong. If Koa wants this to work, he will need to be patient. To prove he's choosing her; to let her choose him.
Except then she's talking about their wedding, and Koa turns a hysterical shade of purple as panic blows whistles in his ears. His laugh is strangled, though not with any sort of displeasure. It's not as though he dislikes the thought. But- "Kinda early to worry about all that, isn't it?!" Still a man, still a boy; the idea of marriage is a distant and vaguely terrifying prospect, especially given where they are now. "Maybe we start somewhere smaller? I still owe you dinner. Y'know, as congratulations for being Queen."
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
