Koa
You keep telling me to live right
"Maybe" Koa acquiesces, softening as her fingernails stroke his neck. Is this what talking through your emotions is supposed to be like? Wounds ripped open, only to be kissed, coaxed into healing through affection and time? Maybe he ought to have tried it sooner, rather than trying to hold it all. Maybe there's something to this whole mature adult conversation thing.
Further trial is certainly needed, and further fuckups inevitable.
"Why of course, My Queen," Koa declares, feigning an aghast expression at the insinuation that he'd ever try to do such a thing without getting explicit consent from a nation's ruler. Turns out Koa can be taught, even if it takes some time. He doesn't have to fake being appalled for long; the suggestion of Ronin taking the task has a pained series of expressions play comically over his face. Shock at the suggestion mixes with indignant pride, the whole thing peppered by his inability to consider himself better suited than the White Knight for any job.
And then, finally, he drops the joke and breaks into a mischievous grin. "No offence to your father, but absolutely not," Koa drawls playfully, flicking his thumb over Flora's nose. "Besides," he goes, on, leaning in toward Flora's ear, his voice suddenly a low hum. "I've been dreaming of this for years." And whether that's the Dragoon expansion or their date, the Queen will be left to decide on her own.
Further trial is certainly needed, and further fuckups inevitable.
"Why of course, My Queen," Koa declares, feigning an aghast expression at the insinuation that he'd ever try to do such a thing without getting explicit consent from a nation's ruler. Turns out Koa can be taught, even if it takes some time. He doesn't have to fake being appalled for long; the suggestion of Ronin taking the task has a pained series of expressions play comically over his face. Shock at the suggestion mixes with indignant pride, the whole thing peppered by his inability to consider himself better suited than the White Knight for any job.
And then, finally, he drops the joke and breaks into a mischievous grin. "No offence to your father, but absolutely not," Koa drawls playfully, flicking his thumb over Flora's nose. "Besides," he goes, on, leaning in toward Flora's ear, his voice suddenly a low hum. "I've been dreaming of this for years." And whether that's the Dragoon expansion or their date, the Queen will be left to decide on her own.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
