I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Did Koa throw up from nerves last night?
He'll never tell.
He's put a lot of effort into arranging this date. Bargains had been struck. Contractors had been arranged. There may have been some begging involved. In the end it had come together - or, at least, so far. Koa has plans for the evening, you see. Plans that, gods willing, will unfold without a hitch.
He's put a great deal of care into his appearance, too: fresh haircut, shaved face, wood smoke cologne Noe recommended. Foregone is the Dragoon uniform; in its place the boy has donned a simple yet classic ensemble of black slacks and a cream button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled back to show off muscular forearms and the bronze bangle on his left wrist. A coat hangs over his right shoulder; it's too warm for it now. He's a picture of handsome elegance, of someone who knows how to use his body and is comfortable within. He's sexy and he knows it.
And he doesn't hold a candle to her.
"Wow." The soft exclamation breezes through his lips, admiration of Flora's beauty leaving Koa well and truly without breath. It takes a valiant amount of effort not to run the rest of the way toward her, and even with that self-control he cannot hide the spring in his step. Drawing up before her with thousand-watt grin in place, Koa reaches for her fingers to raise up to his lips. "You look incredible, Flora. Really, just... wow. Give us a spin?" the Dragoon requests, raising their hands to twirl her around.
He'll never tell.
He's put a lot of effort into arranging this date. Bargains had been struck. Contractors had been arranged. There may have been some begging involved. In the end it had come together - or, at least, so far. Koa has plans for the evening, you see. Plans that, gods willing, will unfold without a hitch.
He's put a great deal of care into his appearance, too: fresh haircut, shaved face, wood smoke cologne Noe recommended. Foregone is the Dragoon uniform; in its place the boy has donned a simple yet classic ensemble of black slacks and a cream button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled back to show off muscular forearms and the bronze bangle on his left wrist. A coat hangs over his right shoulder; it's too warm for it now. He's a picture of handsome elegance, of someone who knows how to use his body and is comfortable within. He's sexy and he knows it.
And he doesn't hold a candle to her.
"Wow." The soft exclamation breezes through his lips, admiration of Flora's beauty leaving Koa well and truly without breath. It takes a valiant amount of effort not to run the rest of the way toward her, and even with that self-control he cannot hide the spring in his step. Drawing up before her with thousand-watt grin in place, Koa reaches for her fingers to raise up to his lips. "You look incredible, Flora. Really, just... wow. Give us a spin?" the Dragoon requests, raising their hands to twirl her around.
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
