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
"Is that not long enough?" Koa asks anxiously, deeply misinterpreting Sohalia's dismay. Knowing very little of the raising of plants, he'd thought a month would be ample time - too long, even, maybe. Certainly when there's so much on the line, with Noe infected and the world in danger and Sohalia ever just out of reach.
He'd also figured it might give him time to move on from the lingering feelings he refuses to acknowledge that he still holds, the crushing hope for a second chance that seems at times so plausible, and at other times like a laughable dream. Since reuniting he and Soh had spent a surprising amount of time together, and while Koa's enjoyment of her company has only increased, so too have the lines he's tried so carefully to maintained blurred and stuttered beneath his feet. Maybe some distance would be good for them.
Maybe it's the thing he needs, to let go of this lingering flame.
Overbright, underhonest. They match each other for denial and overcompensation, neither willing to let down their guard enough to actually talk. He's ready to cut it off here, to accept the loss and re-defend himself against her, to fortify the knowledge that those silver eyes will never look at him the way he wants.
And then she says she'll miss him.
And fuck if isn't nearly undone.
Swallowing hard, Koa forces a wavering smile on his stunned face. His throat works briefly, and it seem like he's about to say something, to unleash the floodgates, to ask her why. But he doesn't, because he's a fucking coward, settling ultimately for a throaty, "I'll miss you, too." And if the things he doesn't say are there in his eyes, in the way he looks a heartbeat too long, the way he falls like a stone into the silver pool of her gaze...
Well, maybe time will make the difference. And maybe in a month he won't be such a godsdamned mess.
[fin]
He'd also figured it might give him time to move on from the lingering feelings he refuses to acknowledge that he still holds, the crushing hope for a second chance that seems at times so plausible, and at other times like a laughable dream. Since reuniting he and Soh had spent a surprising amount of time together, and while Koa's enjoyment of her company has only increased, so too have the lines he's tried so carefully to maintained blurred and stuttered beneath his feet. Maybe some distance would be good for them.
Maybe it's the thing he needs, to let go of this lingering flame.
Overbright, underhonest. They match each other for denial and overcompensation, neither willing to let down their guard enough to actually talk. He's ready to cut it off here, to accept the loss and re-defend himself against her, to fortify the knowledge that those silver eyes will never look at him the way he wants.
And then she says she'll miss him.
And fuck if isn't nearly undone.
Swallowing hard, Koa forces a wavering smile on his stunned face. His throat works briefly, and it seem like he's about to say something, to unleash the floodgates, to ask her why. But he doesn't, because he's a fucking coward, settling ultimately for a throaty, "I'll miss you, too." And if the things he doesn't say are there in his eyes, in the way he looks a heartbeat too long, the way he falls like a stone into the silver pool of her gaze...
Well, maybe time will make the difference. And maybe in a month he won't be such a godsdamned mess.
[fin]
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
