I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Outward he may be lackluster, but inside Koa is... you know what, also fairly lackluster, because his operating system is taking its time in coming back online. He becomes aware first of Sohalia's soft fingers, and the feeling of muscles straining in his cheeks, and the sensation of heat and moisture in his eyes, and oh, gods, was it always this hard to talk? "The rose is for Noe?" If he was more cognizant he might be embarrassed by how quiet and childlike he sounds.
His grip on Soh's hand has become almost vice-like, potentially painful; he peers at her in a cloud of disbelieving wonder that slowly breaks into clear elation and hope. "Soh..." In a flurry of movement Koa is out of his seat, sweeping his strong arms around her in an awkward, uneven hug. But he doesn't care about that, doesn't care at all. He's pulled her face into his chest which bubbles with a choking laugh, dropping his head to press against the silken, golden crown.
"Holy shit, Sohalia," Koa whispers, clinging to her like a raft in the sea. "I can't believe this. Holy shit." Another joyous laugh.
His grip on Soh's hand has become almost vice-like, potentially painful; he peers at her in a cloud of disbelieving wonder that slowly breaks into clear elation and hope. "Soh..." In a flurry of movement Koa is out of his seat, sweeping his strong arms around her in an awkward, uneven hug. But he doesn't care about that, doesn't care at all. He's pulled her face into his chest which bubbles with a choking laugh, dropping his head to press against the silken, golden crown.
"Holy shit, Sohalia," Koa whispers, clinging to her like a raft in the sea. "I can't believe this. Holy shit." Another joyous laugh.
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
