KOA
At some point, you adorable little imbeciles, you should really try to talk.
But until then the misunderstandings will continue to abound, stacking like jenga blocks on an increasingly unsteady base. He sees the flash of her hurt expression and wants to reach out and wipe it away, but doesn't know how, not without complicating things even more. How's he supposed to soothe her feelings, when she doesn't know what his are?
It's all so frustrating, and he can't help thinking it's his fault. Damned if he knows how to fix it, though, except by trying to be the bigger person or some other such shit. Soh's eyes close just like her body language; Koa watches, feeling helpless, not knowing what to do. It's a few more seconds before sighing and standing, the water shifting with his weight. The saturated towel hangs low on his hip bones; he has to hold it in place as he pulls himself from the pool. At the edge of the water he hesitates further, looking down at Sohalia with wistful longing in his eyes. She's perfect, a carved marble ode to feminine beauty. He envies the water that gets to hold her, envies the towel wrapped around her breasts. She's strong and ethereal, warm and vibrant.
She's always been too good for him.
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He showers quickly and then re-dresses, wrinkling his nose to have to put on the same grungy clothes. But the Koa who emerges is a different young man, closer to the one Soh used to know. Tamed is the stubble; combed is the hair; soothed are the bags beneath his eyes. He smiles when he sees Sohalia, the expression fraught with wistful tenderness. "Lead the way, my Luminary," he says with an attempt at levity, extending his arm for her to take. Because sending mixed messages is fun!
But until then the misunderstandings will continue to abound, stacking like jenga blocks on an increasingly unsteady base. He sees the flash of her hurt expression and wants to reach out and wipe it away, but doesn't know how, not without complicating things even more. How's he supposed to soothe her feelings, when she doesn't know what his are?
It's all so frustrating, and he can't help thinking it's his fault. Damned if he knows how to fix it, though, except by trying to be the bigger person or some other such shit. Soh's eyes close just like her body language; Koa watches, feeling helpless, not knowing what to do. It's a few more seconds before sighing and standing, the water shifting with his weight. The saturated towel hangs low on his hip bones; he has to hold it in place as he pulls himself from the pool. At the edge of the water he hesitates further, looking down at Sohalia with wistful longing in his eyes. She's perfect, a carved marble ode to feminine beauty. He envies the water that gets to hold her, envies the towel wrapped around her breasts. She's strong and ethereal, warm and vibrant.
She's always been too good for him.
---
He showers quickly and then re-dresses, wrinkling his nose to have to put on the same grungy clothes. But the Koa who emerges is a different young man, closer to the one Soh used to know. Tamed is the stubble; combed is the hair; soothed are the bags beneath his eyes. He smiles when he sees Sohalia, the expression fraught with wistful tenderness. "Lead the way, my Luminary," he says with an attempt at levity, extending his arm for her to take. Because sending mixed messages is fun!
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
