KOA
The faintest smile echoes hers, though there's sadness in his eyes. He used to be the one who stayed buoyant; it hardly feels fair to make Sohalia carry the weight of them both. But he's too tired to argue, and instead lets his fingers ghost once more against hers, gently squeezing this time. For a brief, dangerous moment, he imagines himself lifting her hand off of his shoulder, pressing it to his lips--
But he doesn't and it's just as well, because that level of fuck-up would send her running, and then where would he be?
The next thing he says is a fist in his chest, stealing his breath away. Koa straightens up abruptly, eyes wide in flurry of surprise as he immediately shakes his head. "I didn't," he whispers, his hands wrapping around hers, squeezing the delicate digits close. He'd had no idea; the report was unlikely to have come to him anyway, and he wouldn't have looked for it before they met. "Do they know who it was?" Gods, he could kill whoever had touched her. Soh may not have divulged any details of what happened, but Koa's worked in law enforcement long enough to know what a woman means when she says she was attacked.
Koa steps closer without thinking, and now he can feel the flush of her warmth, their proximity insulation from the cold. "Neither do you," Koa murmurs, sinking into her silver gaze. "Even if we're.. if we're not... whatever," he chuckles wanly, because gods, what are they at this point? And what is the point he's trying to make, and to what possible end?
"Sorry," he sighs with a quirked not-smile, "I don't know what I'm saying. Ignore me. It's been a long few days." But he doesn't take a step back from her; doesn't drop her hands.
But he doesn't and it's just as well, because that level of fuck-up would send her running, and then where would he be?
The next thing he says is a fist in his chest, stealing his breath away. Koa straightens up abruptly, eyes wide in flurry of surprise as he immediately shakes his head. "I didn't," he whispers, his hands wrapping around hers, squeezing the delicate digits close. He'd had no idea; the report was unlikely to have come to him anyway, and he wouldn't have looked for it before they met. "Do they know who it was?" Gods, he could kill whoever had touched her. Soh may not have divulged any details of what happened, but Koa's worked in law enforcement long enough to know what a woman means when she says she was attacked.
Koa steps closer without thinking, and now he can feel the flush of her warmth, their proximity insulation from the cold. "Neither do you," Koa murmurs, sinking into her silver gaze. "Even if we're.. if we're not... whatever," he chuckles wanly, because gods, what are they at this point? And what is the point he's trying to make, and to what possible end?
"Sorry," he sighs with a quirked not-smile, "I don't know what I'm saying. Ignore me. It's been a long few days." But he doesn't take a step back from her; doesn't drop her hands.
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
