KOA
The Koa of today is different than the one she used to know. He's a little more cautious, a little less cocksure, a little less likely to wear his his heart on his sleeve. Wiser, he would like to think, though that may be giving the kid more credit than he's due. He is, after all, still twenty-three.
He's got years of bad decisions to make.
He's very aware of her darkening gaze, just as he's very aware of the way her bare foot has pressed up against his. But he doesn't move his own away, doesn't sever the connection that adheres them. Copper eyes drop from her eyes to her lips, trace the curve of a pale neck down to a shoulder blade. A lock of gold has escaped her top-knot; he takes it now between his fingers, coils it through them like precious gold. "Is that right?" Koa murmurs, glancing back up with a smile.
Her silver eyes shine like the sky at dawn, radiating inviting warmth. It would be so easy to fall into them, to follow every cue she's giving and push them into the next step. "Soh..." They're moving out further on this tightrope without a safety net beneath, and while excitement makes his pulse race, there's terror in it, too.
Exhaling deeply, Koa pulls back, a rueful smile on his lips. His hand feels empty and cold without her; he runs it nervously through his hair. "We probably shouldn't stay in here too long. I wouldn't want you turning into a prune." He's trying to seem light, airy, uncaring, but there's an undeniable ache beneath the words. He's terrified to put himself out there again, to give Sohalia a piece of himself just to have it given back.
He's got years of bad decisions to make.
He's very aware of her darkening gaze, just as he's very aware of the way her bare foot has pressed up against his. But he doesn't move his own away, doesn't sever the connection that adheres them. Copper eyes drop from her eyes to her lips, trace the curve of a pale neck down to a shoulder blade. A lock of gold has escaped her top-knot; he takes it now between his fingers, coils it through them like precious gold. "Is that right?" Koa murmurs, glancing back up with a smile.
Her silver eyes shine like the sky at dawn, radiating inviting warmth. It would be so easy to fall into them, to follow every cue she's giving and push them into the next step. "Soh..." They're moving out further on this tightrope without a safety net beneath, and while excitement makes his pulse race, there's terror in it, too.
Exhaling deeply, Koa pulls back, a rueful smile on his lips. His hand feels empty and cold without her; he runs it nervously through his hair. "We probably shouldn't stay in here too long. I wouldn't want you turning into a prune." He's trying to seem light, airy, uncaring, but there's an undeniable ache beneath the words. He's terrified to put himself out there again, to give Sohalia a piece of himself just to have it given back.
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
