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
"I get what you mean," Koa agrees with a laugh, his grip on her arm tightening. "I like it, too." In one sense, Flora has been in his life in one form or other stretching back years; Koa knows her on an intimate level, knows her history and her family, her body, her smell. And yet in many ways they are strangers, moons with unexplored dark sides to discover, forests of secrets hidden by the trees. It scares and excites him, knowing how much remains unknown - and daring to hope there will be a lifetime for him to learn it all.
He grins as they continue toward the bridge, mischief laughing in his eyes. "Dragoon's honor," Koa swears with playful solemnity, wine-wielding hand held up in a salute. "Not a word." He's mentally speculating as to what this resurrection-resulting event might be as they step onto the first wooden plank - just in time for a flock of paper moths to flutter up before them, a snippets of poetry scrawled across their ashy, silver wings.
He grins as they continue toward the bridge, mischief laughing in his eyes. "Dragoon's honor," Koa swears with playful solemnity, wine-wielding hand held up in a salute. "Not a word." He's mentally speculating as to what this resurrection-resulting event might be as they step onto the first wooden plank - just in time for a flock of paper moths to flutter up before them, a snippets of poetry scrawled across their ashy, silver wings.
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
