Koa
You keep telling me to live right
"I said nothing about your house," Koa counters, though the lilt of his voice and mischievous smile bely any attempt to play at innocence. "But since you've offered, that sounds perfect." He grins, eyebrows waggling impudently upon the handsome, sun-kissed face. The word 'incorrigible' has been used to describe our hero more than once, and he perfectly lives up to it now: unashamed or apologetic, a shit-eating grin of sheer delight cut into his jaw.
Flora leans in against his face, and he wonders if she can feel his heart flip-flop at the innocent-yet-weighty words. "I like you, too." It's almost whispered, reverent, his metal eyes gleaming as their noses touch, yearning to communicate the myriad of things he knows better than to outright say. Like-like, that boyish gaze declares. More than like. Maybe even--
Well. Let's not go there quite yet.
Drawing back before he drowns in aqua, Koa lets out a rolling laugh. "Alright, shall we?" Sliding out from between her legs, he extends a hand to the waterlogged queen. "Given this, ah, excursion has been partially my fault, may I offer my meager body as your chariot home, my Liege?"
Flora leans in against his face, and he wonders if she can feel his heart flip-flop at the innocent-yet-weighty words. "I like you, too." It's almost whispered, reverent, his metal eyes gleaming as their noses touch, yearning to communicate the myriad of things he knows better than to outright say. Like-like, that boyish gaze declares. More than like. Maybe even--
Well. Let's not go there quite yet.
Drawing back before he drowns in aqua, Koa lets out a rolling laugh. "Alright, shall we?" Sliding out from between her legs, he extends a hand to the waterlogged queen. "Given this, ah, excursion has been partially my fault, may I offer my meager body as your chariot home, my Liege?"
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
