KOA
All the time.
It's an ache, an old scab he's never quite left alone, the echoing what if? For years he'd thought it was his burden only, his regret to look back on with nostalgia and grief. But to learn that Soh thinks about it, too, may even year for what might have been...
It's a balm, to be honest.
"Yeah. Me too."
It's also a door, one he isn't sure he's ready to fully open.
Her fingers on him are searing, electric. They've touched before today, held hands even, and yet there's something in this small contact that sets him alight like nothing before. Koa finds he's inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping to where tan skin vanishes beneath lines of cream. On a day much like this, years ago, he'd asked if he could kiss her. It would be so easy to ask it again, to push past all is inhibitions, to take the comfort he so desperately seeks.
"You deserve to be happy. To be swept off your feed by a handsome prince. To be loved." His smile is wistful, the pad of his thumb gentle as it brushes across her supple skin. "Maybe if things had been different..." It could have been me. But there's no bitternrss in his voice, nor in his eyes as he looks back to hers.
Because right now, if he's totally honest, Koa isn't ready. Not to give her what she deserves; not to trust her with his heart, if thats even what she wants. "I'm glad I get to be your friend, Sohalia." Friends, because it's all she's offered, and he cannot bring himself to ask for more.
Koa given up on chasing lost chances. His timing has always been bad.
It's an ache, an old scab he's never quite left alone, the echoing what if? For years he'd thought it was his burden only, his regret to look back on with nostalgia and grief. But to learn that Soh thinks about it, too, may even year for what might have been...
It's a balm, to be honest.
"Yeah. Me too."
It's also a door, one he isn't sure he's ready to fully open.
Her fingers on him are searing, electric. They've touched before today, held hands even, and yet there's something in this small contact that sets him alight like nothing before. Koa finds he's inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping to where tan skin vanishes beneath lines of cream. On a day much like this, years ago, he'd asked if he could kiss her. It would be so easy to ask it again, to push past all is inhibitions, to take the comfort he so desperately seeks.
"You deserve to be happy. To be swept off your feed by a handsome prince. To be loved." His smile is wistful, the pad of his thumb gentle as it brushes across her supple skin. "Maybe if things had been different..." It could have been me. But there's no bitternrss in his voice, nor in his eyes as he looks back to hers.
Because right now, if he's totally honest, Koa isn't ready. Not to give her what she deserves; not to trust her with his heart, if thats even what she wants. "I'm glad I get to be your friend, Sohalia." Friends, because it's all she's offered, and he cannot bring himself to ask for more.
Koa given up on chasing lost chances. His timing has always been bad.
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
