KOA
The tide of anger ebbs away as easily as it rose, leaving Koa empty and exhausted, his heartbeat settling in his chest. With another weary sigh he turns himself again, elbows resting on the wooden rail, head dropping back into his hands. His palms are rough against his eyelids; he drops down further, so his forehead shoves into the heels of his hands.
He's so fucking tired of feeling inept, of being less than enough. It would be so easy to slide into darkness, to embrace the literal and figurative Void. Ever, Noe, even Sunjata- in the absence of choice they'd seemed so happy, and gods, Koa would very much to go back to the days of simple emotion, before he started to think so much.
The hand on his shoulder has Koa stiffen, but he doesn't pull away. If anything he leans imperceptibly toward it, toward her, gravitating toward her ineffable warmth. None of the things she says are new, or especially helpful; yet Koa feels himself relaxing, a shuddering breath sighed out of his lungs. "Not today," he repeats tiredly, but there's far less tension in his tone.
He even manages a chuckle, one with something like real warmth. Turning toward Sohalia, Koa props his cheek in his palm; the other hand he lifts to his shoulder, fingers ghosting over hers. "How do you manage to stay so so warm, in such a cold world?" the young man asks Sohalia softly, brows furrowing with bemused wonder as light begins to return to his eyes.
He's so fucking tired of feeling inept, of being less than enough. It would be so easy to slide into darkness, to embrace the literal and figurative Void. Ever, Noe, even Sunjata- in the absence of choice they'd seemed so happy, and gods, Koa would very much to go back to the days of simple emotion, before he started to think so much.
The hand on his shoulder has Koa stiffen, but he doesn't pull away. If anything he leans imperceptibly toward it, toward her, gravitating toward her ineffable warmth. None of the things she says are new, or especially helpful; yet Koa feels himself relaxing, a shuddering breath sighed out of his lungs. "Not today," he repeats tiredly, but there's far less tension in his tone.
He even manages a chuckle, one with something like real warmth. Turning toward Sohalia, Koa props his cheek in his palm; the other hand he lifts to his shoulder, fingers ghosting over hers. "How do you manage to stay so so warm, in such a cold world?" the young man asks Sohalia softly, brows furrowing with bemused wonder as light begins to return to his eyes.
Let me go, I don't wanna be your hero
I don't wanna be a big man
Just wanna fight with everyone else
I don't wanna be a big man
Just wanna fight with everyone else
Code stolen from Queen Sky
