Koa
You keep telling me to live right
The water isn't deep, barely at his thighs, but still enough to swallow them whole as they drop beneath the waves. One moment they're shrieking and laughing; the next a roaring silence engulfs them, casting out sight and sound and leaving only touch. In those heartbeats Koa is aware of the Queen's lithe form against his chest, of everywhere their bodies touch, skin adhering to magnetic skin. Unable to see her, unable to hear her, Koa can only feel Flora.
It feels like being home.
They surface quickly, the Dragoon's arms still tight around the Queen. Koa breaks the water little mermaid style, hair flung back with a hearty laugh as soon as he catches his breath. Settling down onto his knees, he lets the water lick at his shoulders, admires openly the way it makes Flora's dress cling to her skin.
It would make sense to loosen his hold on Flora, to let the sea take some of her weight; instead Koa holds her tighter, as though jealous the ocean would think to steal such a jewel. The look he gives her is pure adoration, boyish infatuation and summer love as he begs for forgiveness with a crooked smile.[ Say]"Wasn't that refreshing?" he asks breathlessly, eyes glittering almost as bright as the droplets on his skin as he considers kissing a stray salt crystal off her rosy lips.
It feels like being home.
They surface quickly, the Dragoon's arms still tight around the Queen. Koa breaks the water little mermaid style, hair flung back with a hearty laugh as soon as he catches his breath. Settling down onto his knees, he lets the water lick at his shoulders, admires openly the way it makes Flora's dress cling to her skin.
It would make sense to loosen his hold on Flora, to let the sea take some of her weight; instead Koa holds her tighter, as though jealous the ocean would think to steal such a jewel. The look he gives her is pure adoration, boyish infatuation and summer love as he begs for forgiveness with a crooked smile.[ Say]"Wasn't that refreshing?" he asks breathlessly, eyes glittering almost as bright as the droplets on his skin as he considers kissing a stray salt crystal off her rosy lips.
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
