Koa
You keep telling me to live right
"You mean I'm the best", Koa counters brashly, his face only made more dahsingly handsome by the flush of an ego inflated by the flirtatious exchange. Delighted self-satisfaction glitters like ivory in his smile, smugly affectionate and just as pleased as the cat who got the cream.
It shifts, we know, falls away as harsher realities creep back into their perfect spring. Gentle fingers do little to soothe the tense angles of Koa's face; if anything the description of Anju as a good woman has him stiffen even more, his conflicted emotions regarding the Captain a rolling sea inside his gut. "She was my mother's best friend," the Dragoon confirms softly, face still turned to the distant sky. "I've known her as long as I can remember. And after, when my mom died, she was always there." Further commendation, or furious condemnation? It's hard to say.
He's angry, wants to stay angry, because it's easier than being hurt. "I know, and you're probably right. My mom was a Captain under the Order, and it was like that. It's just..." Koa sighs, hands clenching into fists. "She called me a traitor. And I know - I know she didn't mean it, not like that, but still..." He trails off, swallowing down the bitter tang of betrayal that rises in his throat.
It shifts, we know, falls away as harsher realities creep back into their perfect spring. Gentle fingers do little to soothe the tense angles of Koa's face; if anything the description of Anju as a good woman has him stiffen even more, his conflicted emotions regarding the Captain a rolling sea inside his gut. "She was my mother's best friend," the Dragoon confirms softly, face still turned to the distant sky. "I've known her as long as I can remember. And after, when my mom died, she was always there." Further commendation, or furious condemnation? It's hard to say.
He's angry, wants to stay angry, because it's easier than being hurt. "I know, and you're probably right. My mom was a Captain under the Order, and it was like that. It's just..." Koa sighs, hands clenching into fists. "She called me a traitor. And I know - I know she didn't mean it, not like that, but still..." He trails off, swallowing down the bitter tang of betrayal that rises in his throat.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
