Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
For years, it seems, Koa has been bending near enough to break, the unabashed confidence and well-meaning heart that made him who he is slowly carved away. But here in this haven beneath the stars, with the serenade of Sohalia's laughter ringing in his ears, he's beginning to feel whole. Enough that he's forgetting his carefully forged lines, the distance he'd promised to maintain, the guard he's forged through heartache and fear stripped away effortlessly by the sheer delight that Koa takes in making her smile.
"Oh, wow, you just had to go there." Once upon a time the reminder of their ill-fated spar might have caused some damage, but time has change their relationship enough that he can look back upon it and laugh. "As I recall, you headbutted me first," Koa challenges drolly, one brow arching playfully above his shining eyes. "If anything I was acting in self defense. But I am sorry about your nose." Without thinking he reaches forward, his large hand nearly filling the narrow space between them as he brushes his thumb briefly across that pretty organ, fortunately unblemished despite his assault.
They're very, very close together, even when Koa rolls onto his back. A part of him acknowledges, quite logically, that the proximity is of his making - he'd quite literally thrown himself onto her side of the blanket, after all - and he ought to return to his original spot. Another much louder and far less rational part points out that if Soh was uncomfortable she could move, and the fact that she hadn't indicates that the whole situation is, as the youth say, totes chill.
He chuckles as she takes another pull from the bottle, trying not to stare too long at the curve of her neck. But something she says catches his attention; for the first time that evening, a glint of seriousness and iron enters his tone. "Does that mean you're done with leadership?" he asks softly, a furrow between his eyebrows as he seeks her quicksilver gaze. "What about when we get Stormbreak back?" When, not if: despite the pessimistic lean he's taken lately, in his heart Koa refuses to acknowledge any real alternative besides the liberation of their home.
"Oh, wow, you just had to go there." Once upon a time the reminder of their ill-fated spar might have caused some damage, but time has change their relationship enough that he can look back upon it and laugh. "As I recall, you headbutted me first," Koa challenges drolly, one brow arching playfully above his shining eyes. "If anything I was acting in self defense. But I am sorry about your nose." Without thinking he reaches forward, his large hand nearly filling the narrow space between them as he brushes his thumb briefly across that pretty organ, fortunately unblemished despite his assault.
They're very, very close together, even when Koa rolls onto his back. A part of him acknowledges, quite logically, that the proximity is of his making - he'd quite literally thrown himself onto her side of the blanket, after all - and he ought to return to his original spot. Another much louder and far less rational part points out that if Soh was uncomfortable she could move, and the fact that she hadn't indicates that the whole situation is, as the youth say, totes chill.
He chuckles as she takes another pull from the bottle, trying not to stare too long at the curve of her neck. But something she says catches his attention; for the first time that evening, a glint of seriousness and iron enters his tone. "Does that mean you're done with leadership?" he asks softly, a furrow between his eyebrows as he seeks her quicksilver gaze. "What about when we get Stormbreak back?" When, not if: despite the pessimistic lean he's taken lately, in his heart Koa refuses to acknowledge any real alternative besides the liberation of their home.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
