So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
"What are you doing?"
Koa's voice is a hiss of alarm, his hand on Soh's upper arm as tight as a vice. He'd been patrolling when he saw her, and while at first he thought it must be a mistake (how many times before had he thought he'd spotted her, walking down these very streets?), a quick blink and a rub of his eyes confirmed that, no, this was not in his head.
He hadn't paused to think or plan, reacting only on instinct. Beelining toward her, heart in his throat, he'd wrapped his hand around her too-slim arm and tugged her into the nearest alley, leaving no room for her to protest. Now he turns her around to face him, alarm written clearly on his handsome face. He's rougher than he needs to be, his hands shaking on her biceps, his voice trembling as he speaks. "What are you thinking? It isn't safe for you here." He glances over his shoulder as he says it, as though perhaps Dahlia might have manifested behind him like some sort of terribly beautiful ghost.
Koa's voice is a hiss of alarm, his hand on Soh's upper arm as tight as a vice. He'd been patrolling when he saw her, and while at first he thought it must be a mistake (how many times before had he thought he'd spotted her, walking down these very streets?), a quick blink and a rub of his eyes confirmed that, no, this was not in his head.
He hadn't paused to think or plan, reacting only on instinct. Beelining toward her, heart in his throat, he'd wrapped his hand around her too-slim arm and tugged her into the nearest alley, leaving no room for her to protest. Now he turns her around to face him, alarm written clearly on his handsome face. He's rougher than he needs to be, his hands shaking on her biceps, his voice trembling as he speaks. "What are you thinking? It isn't safe for you here." He glances over his shoulder as he says it, as though perhaps Dahlia might have manifested behind him like some sort of terribly beautiful ghost.
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
