Loathe the way they light candles in Rome,
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
Koa's first instinct had been to bolt home, grab Noe and their father, and haul ass out of there.
Cooler heads had prevailed. The memory of an infected Sunjata roared ugly in his mind; the last thing that the soldier needs is for spirited sister to fly away before he can get her help. No, this will take a lighter touch, one steeped in subtlety and cleverness and other areas in which Koa decidedly does not excel. He's already spoken to Kimo - a conversation which, in keeping with tradition, began with curt tension, devolved into shouting, and then in an unusual turn of events culminated in determined, steely agreement. The elder Carpenter sent off to start packing up his workshop, it is now for Koa to hold up his end of the plan: convince Noe it's time to leave.
It's inarguably the shitter of their assigned tasks. So thanks for that, Dad.
Showered, shaved, and wearing clean clothes, Koa sits at the dining room table with a bottle of beer and his feet propped up - the picture of nonchalance. A second cold beer awaits his sister, bottle opener ready and waiting beside. And while it is taking all of the boy's self-control to keep from bouncing a leg or fidgeting with his shirt or just, y'know, screaming into the goddamn abyss, Koa's doing a remarkable job of appearing as cool as a gods-damned cucumber as he waits for Noe to get her ass home.
Cooler heads had prevailed. The memory of an infected Sunjata roared ugly in his mind; the last thing that the soldier needs is for spirited sister to fly away before he can get her help. No, this will take a lighter touch, one steeped in subtlety and cleverness and other areas in which Koa decidedly does not excel. He's already spoken to Kimo - a conversation which, in keeping with tradition, began with curt tension, devolved into shouting, and then in an unusual turn of events culminated in determined, steely agreement. The elder Carpenter sent off to start packing up his workshop, it is now for Koa to hold up his end of the plan: convince Noe it's time to leave.
It's inarguably the shitter of their assigned tasks. So thanks for that, Dad.
Showered, shaved, and wearing clean clothes, Koa sits at the dining room table with a bottle of beer and his feet propped up - the picture of nonchalance. A second cold beer awaits his sister, bottle opener ready and waiting beside. And while it is taking all of the boy's self-control to keep from bouncing a leg or fidgeting with his shirt or just, y'know, screaming into the goddamn abyss, Koa's doing a remarkable job of appearing as cool as a gods-damned cucumber as he waits for Noe to get her ass home.
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone;
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
