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
Would this be going any better, were Koa not still reeling from his recent heartbreak, deep enough into his Emo Era that he's considered floppy bangs? Would they have fallen back into each other's arms, have said things like I missed you, and I'm glad you're safe, and I don't want to lose you again, that's why I'm scared, rather than maintaining this bitter façade?
Maybe - but alas, that's not the situation. Timing never seems to be on Soh and Koa's side.
Again Koa shoots her a sharp glance, appalled at how little she values her life. "Just because they spared you once, doesn't mean they would again." Dropping his arm, the young Dragoon fidgets unhappily with the buckles of his starlit bracers, acutely aware of how little he could do in the face of the Family, should they come for Sohalia once more.
"It's not that I don't want you home, Soh." Looking up, Koa forces himself to meet her silver eyes, ignoring the ache they stir in his chest. "I just... if they did try to stop you, or gods forbid, hurt you--" His voice catches in his throat; he has to look away. Does he have the right to tell her that he can't lose her again? Does it even matter, when she was never his to lose?
"It's just not safe," he finishes flatly, copper gaze sliding from her face once more.
Maybe - but alas, that's not the situation. Timing never seems to be on Soh and Koa's side.
Again Koa shoots her a sharp glance, appalled at how little she values her life. "Just because they spared you once, doesn't mean they would again." Dropping his arm, the young Dragoon fidgets unhappily with the buckles of his starlit bracers, acutely aware of how little he could do in the face of the Family, should they come for Sohalia once more.
"It's not that I don't want you home, Soh." Looking up, Koa forces himself to meet her silver eyes, ignoring the ache they stir in his chest. "I just... if they did try to stop you, or gods forbid, hurt you--" His voice catches in his throat; he has to look away. Does he have the right to tell her that he can't lose her again? Does it even matter, when she was never his to lose?
"It's just not safe," he finishes flatly, copper gaze sliding from her face once more.
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
