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
This is why he doesn't talk about his feelings. Because after the rush of letting it out comes the agony of waiting for a response. The silence that ensues, brief as it is, feels very much like a chasm opening under Koa's feet; he wonders if his heartbeat is audible as it rings within his ears. He hadn't meant to say this part at this moment, in this way, but post-coital hormones can do a number to ones judgement. He can feel his confidence draining away as Flora stills in his arms, torn between flinching back and leaning into the touch upon his cheek.
...Before building it up to be something it wasn't. It's not the answer he hoped for, I think we all know that. For all of Koa's himbo bluster and casual, flirtatious charm, the boy is a hopeless romantic- perhaps even more so than Flora, as he isn't afraid to put his whole heart out there on a plate. I'm sleeping with someone else, she tells him, and somewhere in the back of his mind there's a memory that flashes, the painful shattered mirror of what he fears is about to come.
"It's fine, Flora. You have every right to see whoever you want." It's spoken quickly, almost cutting off the Doubletake and shielded in a smile. It's a lie, of course - Koa isn't okay with this, even though he wants to be, had really thought he would. Swallowing down the sudden emotion that's there by his fault and nobody else's, Koa takes a step back from Flora, offering his arm. "Let's get to dinner before it's cold, yeah? And before anyone comes to investigate suspicious noises," he adds with a valiant attempt at a lighthearted laugh.
...Before building it up to be something it wasn't. It's not the answer he hoped for, I think we all know that. For all of Koa's himbo bluster and casual, flirtatious charm, the boy is a hopeless romantic- perhaps even more so than Flora, as he isn't afraid to put his whole heart out there on a plate. I'm sleeping with someone else, she tells him, and somewhere in the back of his mind there's a memory that flashes, the painful shattered mirror of what he fears is about to come.
"It's fine, Flora. You have every right to see whoever you want." It's spoken quickly, almost cutting off the Doubletake and shielded in a smile. It's a lie, of course - Koa isn't okay with this, even though he wants to be, had really thought he would. Swallowing down the sudden emotion that's there by his fault and nobody else's, Koa takes a step back from Flora, offering his arm. "Let's get to dinner before it's cold, yeah? And before anyone comes to investigate suspicious noises," he adds with a valiant attempt at a lighthearted laugh.
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
