A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
"They'd better," Koa agrees under his breath; tiptoeing around the issue of the Family is clearly not his forte, and every moment Noe's uncured is another opportunity for him to fuck it all up.
They leave the ship in speed and silence, the air still tense from the appearance of Vox. Koa's wasting absolutely no time. Shoulders squared and jaw stubbornly set, he pushes his way down the gangplank and toward a loitering Deepfrost Shield who he hopes can help them find a guide. There are other people he could ask, of course, but his first choice will always be a fellow soldier.
Within ten seconds his posture's shifting. First he shakes his head in disbelief; then his shoulders begin to shake as anger overtakes him. The soldier glances at Noe, then murmurs something about being "So sorry, mate,", but Koa either doesn't hear or doesn't care. The Hot Springs are ruined. Their only hope of a cure, the only thing keeping his world from falling to pieces-
-they're gone.
He says nothing, just stalks away, blind and deaf to the world. Not until he reaches a nearby alley does the soldier stop, his breathing heavy and tight. He drops the bags unceremoniously, letting them fall into the snow; and then with a shout he swings his fist forward, punching a support strut hard enough that the scaffolding above it shakes.
"FUCK!" Koa snarls into the abyss, a furious, wounded thing. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Each curse is punctuated with another blow, his knuckles already splitting and red.
They leave the ship in speed and silence, the air still tense from the appearance of Vox. Koa's wasting absolutely no time. Shoulders squared and jaw stubbornly set, he pushes his way down the gangplank and toward a loitering Deepfrost Shield who he hopes can help them find a guide. There are other people he could ask, of course, but his first choice will always be a fellow soldier.
Within ten seconds his posture's shifting. First he shakes his head in disbelief; then his shoulders begin to shake as anger overtakes him. The soldier glances at Noe, then murmurs something about being "So sorry, mate,", but Koa either doesn't hear or doesn't care. The Hot Springs are ruined. Their only hope of a cure, the only thing keeping his world from falling to pieces-
-they're gone.
He says nothing, just stalks away, blind and deaf to the world. Not until he reaches a nearby alley does the soldier stop, his breathing heavy and tight. He drops the bags unceremoniously, letting them fall into the snow; and then with a shout he swings his fist forward, punching a support strut hard enough that the scaffolding above it shakes.
"FUCK!" Koa snarls into the abyss, a furious, wounded thing. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Each curse is punctuated with another blow, his knuckles already splitting and red.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
