Koa
You keep telling me to live right
Koa snorts at Flora's protests, which of course nobody is around to hear. A couple hels look up curiously, but otherwise Flora's pleas go unheeded. Still the boy plays along, calling out through a laugh: "That's right: this is a villainous kidnapping! Come any closer and the Queen gets it!" The threat is punctuated by a solid smack right on Flora's ass.
Still laughing, Koa ploughs into the water, ignoring the way the pressing tide soaks into his pants. He isn't thinking about what they could have been, only what they are: young and quite possibly in love, creating a shelter of sunlight and joy as the rest of the world explodes. The hand on her ass has remained conspicuously present, brazenly cupping one perfect cheek. She's as easy to carry as a bag a bouquet of flowers, comfortable in his arms.
Shifting Flora off his shoulder and in against his chest, the Dragoon grins down into eyes far bluer than the ocean, his smile mischievous on sun-kissed cheeks. "Alright, I won't throw you." His own copper eyes burn with reflected sunlight, fiery as he adds: "But I can't promise not to fall."
Because the truth is, he already has.
Still laughing, Koa ploughs into the water, ignoring the way the pressing tide soaks into his pants. He isn't thinking about what they could have been, only what they are: young and quite possibly in love, creating a shelter of sunlight and joy as the rest of the world explodes. The hand on her ass has remained conspicuously present, brazenly cupping one perfect cheek. She's as easy to carry as a bag a bouquet of flowers, comfortable in his arms.
Shifting Flora off his shoulder and in against his chest, the Dragoon grins down into eyes far bluer than the ocean, his smile mischievous on sun-kissed cheeks. "Alright, I won't throw you." His own copper eyes burn with reflected sunlight, fiery as he adds: "But I can't promise not to fall."
Because the truth is, he already has.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
