Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
Oh Soh, don't worry: Koa's heard it all. Sunjata had warned him against Safrin, as had others, but for his part Koa has had nothing except positive experiences with the goddess. "She does," he agrees, still full of reverent ardor. "I guess she sees something worthwhile in me. I can only try to live up to it."
Gods know he's had a hard time lately, seeing that in himself.
Sohalia wastes no time in settling onto the blankets, leaving Koa hesitating, a little bit bemused. The sight of her snuggled and propped among the pillows does something unwelcome to his stomach; she paints a picture of youthful nonchalant, but damn if it doesn't sting a little, how unperturbed she seems to be. She must be really beyond all attraction, he thinks with a wry smile.
Koa, for his own part, feels staggeringly awkward as he scoots his way into the nest, painfully conscious of their proximity to each other, the points where their bodies inevitably touch. "Sharing it is," the young Dragoon chuckles, swatting down any mischievous thoughts of an indirect kiss. Sitting cross-legged upon the blanket, he produces a small blade from his belt; he stabs it into the cork with a level of confidence only attainable by young people with too much time on their hands and a tendency towards bad choices, expertly twisting the iron handle and pulling the stopper out with a pop.
"Ladies first," Koa declares gallantly, extending the bottle out to Soh. Affecting a tone of erudition, he carries on playfully: "You will find, madame, that this is the finest vintage the Greatwood has to offer. The grapes were grown on ashen field in Ludo's Woods, watered only on the blood moon, and finished in an ancient trunk, thus giving the wine an oaky and earthy timbre, with hints of haunting in the nose." He winks, mischief brightening his eyes.
It's none of those things, of course. Or maybe it is - Koa has no idea. All he could really say with certainty is that the bottle was cheap, and the wine is red.
Gods know he's had a hard time lately, seeing that in himself.
Sohalia wastes no time in settling onto the blankets, leaving Koa hesitating, a little bit bemused. The sight of her snuggled and propped among the pillows does something unwelcome to his stomach; she paints a picture of youthful nonchalant, but damn if it doesn't sting a little, how unperturbed she seems to be. She must be really beyond all attraction, he thinks with a wry smile.
Koa, for his own part, feels staggeringly awkward as he scoots his way into the nest, painfully conscious of their proximity to each other, the points where their bodies inevitably touch. "Sharing it is," the young Dragoon chuckles, swatting down any mischievous thoughts of an indirect kiss. Sitting cross-legged upon the blanket, he produces a small blade from his belt; he stabs it into the cork with a level of confidence only attainable by young people with too much time on their hands and a tendency towards bad choices, expertly twisting the iron handle and pulling the stopper out with a pop.
"Ladies first," Koa declares gallantly, extending the bottle out to Soh. Affecting a tone of erudition, he carries on playfully: "You will find, madame, that this is the finest vintage the Greatwood has to offer. The grapes were grown on ashen field in Ludo's Woods, watered only on the blood moon, and finished in an ancient trunk, thus giving the wine an oaky and earthy timbre, with hints of haunting in the nose." He winks, mischief brightening his eyes.
It's none of those things, of course. Or maybe it is - Koa has no idea. All he could really say with certainty is that the bottle was cheap, and the wine is red.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
